In gardens where the butterflies dance,
Wings adorned in intricate chance,
A tapestry of colors bright,
Mirrors the heart’s own tangled flight.
Each pattern tells a story spun,
Of whispers shared, of battles won.
Spots like secrets, bold and deep,
Stripes of trust in shadows creep.
Some wings are fierce, with edges sharp,
Echoing love’s often tumultuous arc.
Others, soft with...