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Transformation Extraordinaire

Wilfred Mellers

For this I know, it was not so long ago I met a captivating butterfly

On its journey by and by perched this butterfly on my windowsill

Beautiful the butterfly to my eye brought a tear I dry

Every waking moment I tried to spend with my friend the butterfly for which I had fallen

Colors so great of interest I could relate to the magnificent butterfly

Day in day out time without a doubt moments spent the striking butterfly

Morning rendezvous I spent with you my gorgeous butterfly of love so true

Anything I would try for you I would die for my vivacious butterfly

Having you was paradise for things were so nice my delightful butterfly

Never showing your true colors I loved you like no other enchanted butterfly

Till that day it all went away for alterations came to the exuberant butterfly

Metamorphosed and modify to the butterfly into a dragonfly

Where went my butterfly I asked why turn I to the dragonfly

Buzzing at my ear without a care wisp the dragonfly

Messages no longer conveying, nor in one place staying, dashed the dragonfly

Time spent so rare but I still cared for the beautiful butterfly within

I saw less and less of the dragonfly busy so I cried for my transformed butterfly

Fit no longer like a pair of gloves for me the dragonfly no longer loves

Pushed to the side arms open no longer wide I wept for the revolutionized butterfly

To hard to handle and to hard to control flew the amended dragonfly away

No longer fluttering in the air, nor self aware, was my butterfly extraordinaire

And in the end the dragonfly changed again into a furious polar bear

Loss to time a love one of a kind, my stunning butterfly to the past was committed

This is a born sin for love I cannot win arrested dawn flew olden times gone by

A lesson well learned that money should be earned my tantalizing butterfly of old

A butterfly is nothing more than a bug incapable of love my eccentric butterfly

Separate paths now seeking of faith no longer believing my outrageous butterfly

These things I didn’t anticipate, nor could I relate, to rest went the troubled butterfly

I sit now and ponder, from time to time I wonder, what went wrong with my lovely butterfly? 

Alone once again without my best friend, gone my love the butterfly

No more spellbound is the night, to the bear no more I shall fight for tomorrow as risen a new

On to the ever after for now gone is fun and laughter for my butterfly was nothing more than a mere dream

A vision at best, but it doesn’t mean I love you any less, for the day now draws to a silent slumber.