The Butterfly and the Rose

You are the rose,

I am your butterfly,

Every now and then,

On your bosom I lie.

 Your fragrance keeps me alive,

Your angel-like-radiance makes me glad,

When the vigorous wind keeps me away from you,

Like a flood victim, I feel utterly sad.


I am because you are,


We are meant for each other!

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