Butterflies count not months, but moments in time.
Each time we kiss my heart stops for a moment
That is time enough for them but little time for me
With each kiss, a wondrous feeling, so sublime
Lips soft as powdered wings wake up senses sentient
Like wings unfolding, open now, ready for souls to meet.
Words whispered softly in truth "I love thee"
Stroking each others souls in ways Lepidoptrine
Deep sounding truths not just now but ever meant.
And as the butterfly hovers above you look at me
I feel the flutter of wings, a feeling so complete
These brief moments in time, her complete life span
What is eternity to us simply an ordained feat
The love of a woman and the love of her man.
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