My Butterflies

At first she appeared a distant figure
Of us with nothing compared.
A tune of harp and drums
It seems a mixture to forget

A silent sweetness aroused my mind
As she drew nearer nigh
My butterflies fluttered about
As if all joys were encased in her.

I stumbled heartedly across her path
For my butterfly to obtain 
The bliss in which they fluttered around
A disco dance they engage!

She played with me a little while
The soothing pleasure of her delight
She teased and heightened my butterflies
Alas till I saw her love at best be fading be!

My play of Life, a tragic end
In the present tense of meeting her
A picture perfect portray her charm
An elusive actress she played my mind!



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