On Butterfly Wings

Form: Catena Rondo

The air is like a butterfly
when fragile wings gather the spring
in rays of love from the Sun King.
The air is like a butterfly.
When fragile wings gather the spring
amid the soft pink cherry trees
that sway in the warm April breeze.
The fragile wings that gather spring.
Amid the soft pink cherry trees
our love blossoms before our eyes
as we walk beneath azure skies.
Amid the soft pink cherry trees.
Our love blossoms before our eyes
as we unite in dreams unsung
joyful laughter like church bells rung.
Our love blossoms before our eyes.
As we unite in dreams unsung
the air is like a butterfly
so we dance among the wild rye.
As we unite in dreams unsung.
The air is like a butterfly
when fragile wings gather the spring
in rays of love from the Sun King.
The air is like a butterfly

©JGFarmer2017

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