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Butterfly....Keats Sonnet 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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