In Loving Fields Of Butterflies Queesied Feelings. Poem by Michael Gale

Butterfly's of the lover's stomaches fly and flutter in fields of love...
Abounding abundantly in love's fields of glory.
Lonesome souls might be allergic to love's own over polloned fields...
To build up one's own immunal defenses of the heart.
One must open up their heart and minds to a suggestive idea...
So that all futured lovers will in turn take up a most loving, and friendly
pursute.
What would this in the end result of? ...
Love-couples in love...
Don't you agree-uh?