A bright illusive butterfly
flutters daily by my sight;
I do not want to capture her
nor hinder her in flight.
The graceful gliding of her wings
is sweet poetry in motion;
Do I dare reach out to touch her
would it cause too much commotion?
The flowers she has known before
came from another garden
to receive her brush of pollen
I must surely beg a pardon.
Don't fly away but stay awhile
before you must depart
sweet butterfly you've found a place
in the garden of my heart.

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