A flower in the meadow
alone in the wake of sorrow
suddenly fell a cast of glow
bestowed by a butterfly shadow.
No longer alone and blue
before long they became a duo
happiness bloom sweetly new
day and night whisper a love so true.
A beautiful love story worth envy
but has to end with simple apology
petals fell bleeding heavily
butterfly romance was a fleeting fancy.
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