I have a butterfly,
With wings as purple as amethyst,
A creature so delicate and shy,
And oh how her beauty exists.
Her name is Eden,
Like the Garden of old,
A creature so pure and unbroken,
With eyes as dark as the night sky, so bold.
Her skin is like milk chocolate,
So smooth and soft to the touch,
And her wings are so small and delicate,
A soothing purple, oh how much!
Her hair is curly like mine,
And her smile big just like me,
Her eyes, nose, mouth, and face so small ,
And her tiny hands and fingers, oh how they can be.
But Eden is small,
And her wings still intact,
Unlike me and Ami, who will fall,
And our wings will be cracked.
But for now, I have my butterfly,
Eden, so pure and free,
And oh how her beauty does fly,
A creature so small,
I have a butterfly and her name is Eden sky
YOU ARE READING
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CasualeThis book is written as if a child is telling you about his little butterfly. So there will be grammatical errors and so on.
