In gardens of the heart, where dreams take flight,
Love dances softly, like a butterfly in light.
Its delicate wings, a tapestry of hues,
Fluttering gently, spreading joyful news.
In meadows of moments, it gracefully glides,
Through whispers of breeze and secrets it confides.
With each tender touch, it paints the sky,
In colors of passion, where hearts learn to fly.
But love, like a butterfly, is fleeting and free,
It flits and it floats, in its own reverie.
For just as it lands, it may take to the air,
Leaving behind memories, both tender and rare.
In the garden of love, we cherish each bloom,
Knowing that beauty may fade, but love can resume.
For though butterflies vanish, their essence remains,
In the whispers of wind and the soft summer rains.
So let love be like a butterfly, ever in flight,
Bringing joy to the soul, in the day and the night.
For in its fragile grace, we find solace and cheer,
Love, like a butterfly, forever drawing near.
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