The Speckled Butterfly
Mourn with the speckled butterfly Who was once a flawless caterpillar, Now drinking on flower…
Mourn with the speckled butterfly Who was once a flawless caterpillar, Now drinking on flower…
You've made me truly smitten; And the proof is every poem for you I have…
What I feel for you is atypical; You have infected me with love so hysterical.
This is perhaps a mere foolish illusion; A wrong card in hopeless probation.