Monarch Butterflies
October days with overcast; hauntingly dreary skies
Underneath which; I am drawn to your essense breadthwise
Strong Northwest winds, become the summers greenest leaves demise
Your Auburn eyes; are my vision of monarch butterflies
Floating on air, gliding; you touch my arms thwartwise
Authentic are our feelings; shared, with no disguise
Recharging each other's batteries; in the ways we empathize
Your eyes may resemble the color rust; for me, they simply galvanize
The way I feel about you, that could not be faked, or synthesized
How we both find safety in each other's arms being compartmentalized
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