The caterpillar never dies.
It blossoms into a flower-
Worshipping butterfly and flies,
And flutters,
Like my love, until forever,
Seeking out the sweet elixir,
The nectar of ambrosia,
Found only in the garden,
In the fragrance and the colour,
Of your love.
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