Butterflies Butterflies Flutterbies. Your persistent presence in the depths of my being Sums the color to my cheeks. Warmth strewn like and invisible blanket Enveloping my body, spirit, and soul. Thank goodness your delicate forms lack speech! For if you could be hear, Way down yonder concealed within me, Your giggles, like a disease, would be contagious! A random stranger might see me, Their judging eyes run over my laughter-crippled body, Thinking how outrageous! I must admit, though however annoying, Joy can be found amidst. Your presence, dear butterflies, is charming. From now on though, Give no reason for a random observer To find my butterfly-influenced behavior alarming.
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