She Loves Butterflies Poem by Ron Poetry

She comes daily in my garden
Above the blissful lush green lawn
Smells marigold taking in nectar
Heaving a sigh, oh, there she dives,
quivering along the sky.
Sits on every flower
Among the brightest flowers
I watch her as she flies
Azure, blue and lush green,
Everyone adores her beauty,
One of the God's great reward we've seen,
So much of pride there she carries
So self conceited
Riffing across the sky
Oh enough she again leaps
I gaze at her as she moves smoothly
Over her delightful realm,
My anguish and aches goes away,
As I watch her fly...