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Poetry: Butterflies

I never thought a butterfly could cause me so much pain
Yet down she flew into my heart where dormant love had lain
I think ive found a home at last, she said with outspread wings
The soul I see before me now, just listen how he sings.
He sings a song of love for me, though sad the note appears
At this my spirit called to her, and recognised her tears
We'll never part again, said I, I can't believe you're here,
I am you and you are me, she smiled and drew him near.
But then the pain it started, a pain I couldn't bear
And when I tried to touch her wings I only made them tear.
'We're too alike,' cried she, at last, you're tearing me apart,
I'm going to have to leave you, if I don't I'll break your heart.
'But wait,' I said, you mustn't leave, I couldn't bear the thought,
If you depart, what shall we do? Our love has come to nought.
So then we stayed together, the butterfly and soul
But if you look inside my heart you'll soon find just a hole.

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