Those eyes-
I search then so deep.
They wash over me
like a dream; a fantasy.
She stands before me
like my favorite work of art-
always on my mind,
always in my heart.
A surge of bliss
floods over me
when I see HER.
When I close my eyes
and draw in a breath
it's all so clear, so pure.
I dry my eyes,
and stand to see
my butterfly before me.
 
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