For Danny Chantler, you'll always be my butterfly, even if you don't want to be.
I want to bring that red back to your cheeks.
I want to feel the pink of your soft lips.
I want to care for you when you feel blue.
My butterfly.
I want to dance with you in that green dress.
A gift of colour. You wear indigo.
I want to stare into your blue eyes.
My butterfly.
I want to make you dinner in our yellow kitchen.
Your blue eyes follow my brown skin around.
I’ll be nervous but your golden words calm me.
My butterfly.
Your silver tongue tells me what I want.
My pure white ears innocently smile.
Colour attracts the wasps. They stung us.
Me and my butterfly.
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