Butterfly Fly No More

Peace......Butterfly,peace
Your flutterings....grim unrest is stirred within me
Stay.......Butterfly, stay
Let me be your ambrosia
......that comforting nectar to always keep you young
As your rhythm is dictated by the winds
Which also buffet my heart with seeming storms
Metamorph....evolve.....and be my butter
To stay and not fly; for my bread is sour.....moulded by sighs

Beautiful creature.....shed your wings..
Come home....I plead
Let my love......bear you aloft
New cherubim.....on angel's wings

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