Her butterfly beauty


And what I loved the most was her butterfly beauty

She was not a butterfly
who pondered from a flower to other in search of love.
She was a butterfly
that looked for belief in every distrust.
She was a butterfly
that searched for peace in every noise.
She was a butterfly
that craved for care in every disguise.

And so I say
what I loved the most was her butterfly beauty.

She was not a butterfly
who was a fragment of cycle.
She was a butterfly
life was made for.
She was a butterfly
cuteness was enriched for.
She was a butterfly
love was defined for.

And so I say
what I loved the most was her butterfly beauty.

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