Butterfly Lade

With a butterfly's grace,
She dances around the room,
Arms raising and lowering,
To the musical tune.

Softly her hands wave in the empty air,
Her delicate long fingers pointing nowhere,
On tiptoes, then heels, she guides to and fro,
Only stopping to turn on a dainty toe,

Shoulders gently swaying to the left, then right,
Her body bowing forward, then standing upright,
Her eyes slightly closed with a dreamy long stare,
Spinning round and round, but going nowhere.

Lost in the moment of today,
Absorbed in the feelings of what he did say,
Filling her mind with emotions abound,
Filling her heart with his every sound.

His words, his breath, his carassing smile,
Leaves her to love for a long long while,
No thoughts of tomorrow or even today,
All absorbed in the feelings of what he did say.

With a butterfly's grace,
She dances around the room,
Arms raising and lowering,
To the musical tune.
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