Love #32: Butterfly

 

Once upon a time, far far away
(I dreamed a dream, crème caramel)
There was a little girl with a beret
(Circling swirls so sweet)
Who lived inside a woman gay
(Tear drops upon your cheek)
And all she touched turned into a butterfly
Which annoyed the beautiful woman hereby
(Within my dream i flew askew looking just for you)
Because every time she wanted to kiss her guy
(high, on the act of being)
The little girl reached out to touch him
(till coming to rest on finger high, I looked within your eye, to see me, just a butterfly)
And he flew away

So, one day, the woman gay, went to the store in town
And bought a large bottle of vodka
And spent a whole day getting the little girl drunk

Note: Of course, it is a common observation that love can blossom and thrive with no more than the four walls of silly love songs - although the idea of infatuation or love at first sight has been thoroughly debunked by Ms Nightingale:

"It strikes me that in all the most unworldly poetry (both prose and verse)  'la passion qu'on appelle' inclination is treated in a very extraordinary way. When  one finds a comparative stranger becoming all of a sudden more essential to one  than one's family (via flattery in general of one sort or another) one is content  with saying to oneself, "Oh! that's love," instead of saying, "How unjust and  blind this feeling is." I wonder if people were to examine, for as Socrates says,  the life unexamined is not a living life [ὁ ... ἀνεξέταστος βίος οὐ βιωτὸς ἀνθρώπῳ], they would not find that (whatever it  may ripen to afterwards) this feeling at first is generally begun by vanity, or  jealousy, or self love; and that what is very much to be guarded against, instead  of being submitted to, is the stranger's admiration (and I suppose everybody has  been susceptible at one time of their lives) having more effect upon one than  one's own family."

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