MISS 
BUTTERFLY.
 
 
Gentle on a summer breeze
Miss Butterfly will flit
with ease
From here to there without
a care
Surrounded by a fragrance
rare
 
A delicate and playful
creature
In meadows I would love to
meat her
To probe among the petals
sweet
And drink a little nectar
treat
 
The way she moves is like
a dance
Leaves all romantics in a
trance
To hold her close pure fascination
So sensuous her life
creation
 
Like a flower in sunrays
Just sitting here and
counting days
Watching time and clouds
roll by
Waiting for Miss Butterfly
 
Miss Butterfly…. You fly
so high... 
You’re so high…