by Bud Lemire on July 29, 2011
She changed into a butterfly and flew away
They thought she was crazy in every way
Where she went, nobody knows
But some say she got stuck on a rose
Some have said she transformed into a beautiful white eagle
Others have said what she does isn’t considered legal
But I always loved to see her spread her wings
And always felt the love her presence brings
Some tried to pin her wings so she couldn’t fly
But I released her when I heard her cry
I held her tight, and set her free
And in return, she gave her love to me
Beauty was the design on her wings
I feel it and my heart sings
One of God’s creatures, a work of art
Deep in my soul, she lands on my heart
She flies away again, but I know she’ll return
Into a warm embrace, for whom we each yearn
Before me stands a woman, as beautiful as a butterfly
Carrying a love so strong and true, it’ll never die
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