If flitting was a human trait I'd fly,

allow the breeze to waft me through the sky,

and there in sunlit happiness so blue,

perform the waltz of butterflies with you.

You'd coyly fly away, pretending youth,

a charming chase I'd play as Cupid's sleuth,

then find you sipping flower petal's mead,

a smile, a blush - oh, such a dance you'd lead.

We'd leapfrog leaves and play in tree-top's height,

your scent a path I'd follow with delight,

then finally together on a frond,

we'd flutter right to Heaven and beyond.

I'd not allow this bliss to end too soon,

and wrap you in eternal love's cocoon.

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