When words fail me, how can I then sing?
Where then shall my lyric voice utterance bring?
It is then that my heart and tongue to you turn
For Butterfly, my muse, you in my passions burn
In you, the day is brighter
In you, the night is not as cold
For you Butterfly, my darling
Cause my life and words to unfold
Padre
I don’t think you could ask for a more perfect Muse!
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beautifully penned
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How lovely…
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The butterfly is a perfect muse…showing us how to grow wings and transform. This flew in on delicate wings, with a delightful vibe, energy and tone. 🙏
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Nice rhymes for your muse, I hope she rewards you well.
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I find butterflies most entrancing …. my Mother visits me daily … a small yellow butterfly. Thank you for gifting this poem.
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Beautifully composed.
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Yes, she is my muse often! Beautiful!
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Such a gentle, heartfelt poem, Padre.
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Endearing.
Much💜love
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