It had been at the time of the equinox
as you watched a butterfly on the snowy-white phlox
while bunches of roses I did pick like in my younger days
you were jubilant and lovely in the sun's rays
I saw the bright orange-pink geraniums in the flowerbox,
at the gift of the bunch of flowers you big-eyed and lovely
the greatest of all women in the whole world to me,
while this beautiful thing had been a worm seemed a paradox
as you watched a butterfly on the snowy-white phlox.
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