Ode To the Blue Butterfly
Eyes opened to a vision of beauty,
But thy kiss a taste of summer,
But thy love a taste of blissful nectar,
Endlessly cherished by the senses of secrecy
As this blue butterfly eternally waltz,
In this heart of mine plagued by winter, in a winters abode,
It drinks and saps sweetly to the tune of my nectars woe.
As a love, our love, goes un-confessed
Un-confessed to our visions of summer sweetly spent,
Un-confessed to the sensations of your summers kiss, sweetly spent on my lips,
Now these things but memories,
Scattered amongst the snow.
Sweetly being sapped and taken away by this blue butterfly,
Ever hanging by the nectar of your grave.
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