Wednesday, August 10, 2005

To catch a flitting butterfly

is a hard thing
for a boy with no means
but only will
to say 'I love you'

She won't stop,
nor does she want to
stop for this boy
she knows not
much of

He can't try,
doesn't try,
for he loves her -
and know
she can never be kept
in a pocket.
She
is not meant to be

Such intense pain
but such
trivial love
that bothers a boy
who can only
love
the butterfly
from a distance

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