holding on to my bloom
until the cocoon turns to butterfly
and brushes it's purples and yellows
on my red bud
tears of love not taken
fall with the pedals
when the butterfly
flies away
without landing
on my full rose blossom
I watch the butterfly dance
showing off it's patterns
too busy to pick up
a pedal or two
as they fall one by one
he loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, he loves me not
he loves me, he loves himself not
he loves himself, he loves me not...
copyright RA 1995
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