She let out a sigh
Explaining her pain
To him as she cried
As they relaxed in the wind
To deny the ways of the world
For being weak is becoming strong
While we speak in loving words
Like the shade in the sun
As the rays of gentle days
Always find time to caress
Our ways as we play
Holding each other
Reminding us of love
Never to end and depends
On enough of the love to get
Us by in these days
Of the butterfly
To say
We all die in our own time
When we live in between
Makes all the difference
Sometimes
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