Are You My Butterfly?

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My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.

My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if hers I ever was;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.

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1. 'Niece says:

   ~This is really nice almost like a small bitter-sweet chocolate where the flavor and aroma are fleeting, but its still something that you end out enjoying very much.