Such a beautiful butterfly,
Sitting all alone.
I recall her passivity,
And the way her hair shone.
Why is such a gorgeous creature,
Sharing company with the air?
These questions and more I ponder,
As I can only manage to stare.
I don't wish to frighten her,
So I keep my faraway distance
Afraid she'll be afraid,
And ignore my existence.
I keep watching and waiting,
'Til she flies away on her own.
I'm left to sit and wonder,
If I shouldn't have left her alone.
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