It's hard to say
It's easy to feel
But seeing something
Doesnt make it real
A subtle butterfly
A beautiful view
I feel a gentle flutter
Thinking of  you
I can feel your soft landing
Something strong enough to hold
Your the flower I crave
Your nectars made out of gold
And When I'm inside you
Encased and dissolved
My flutter and your nectar
This is reality and its evolved
A butterfly and a rare flower
One searching for the other
While the other enduring
seasonal transcendant weather.
If I was the butterfly
and you were the flower
That means Id crave you
And the butterfly always gets the flower.