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Butterflies

The flutter of butter
Flies down below
Rising gently upwards
Upwards they do go

Tickling your innards
On their merry way
Invoking merry feelings
Throughout your merry day

Tingling upon your skin
Hairs stood all arrayed
Like little lines soldiers
Marching on parade

Lips curling upwards
An infectious little grin
Everything is so rosy
And your head is in a spin

The butterflies impart their fuel,
In your body burns a fire
It coarses through your very being
And fills you with desire

Your steps become so very light,
Like walking on the moon
You walk to an inner beat
Your very own inner tune

Your eyes awake to the world
Vivid colours so very bright
The heavens smiling down on you
With many rays of light

It all starts with the butterflies
And their merry upwards race
And they were truly first released
The first time you saw her face.