As the blossom tree sits quietly amongst the forest
A Butterfly touches the surface of the pink petal

He flaps his wings hurriedly making the smallest sounds
Careful not to unsettle the elegant branch

12,000 peepers gliding over the delicate grasp of her vine
His name whispered while in a close seize .

She spoken in a soft voice as the wind blew
They were align as she uncovered her lace

Grabbing the waistline as the two danced
Harmony was the last to see

He was her butterfly
She was his cherry blossom

Beautifully entangled in a web of forgiveness,anger,and honesty
Here Lies the beloved nature to fill in the cavity of oddities that pair

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