A butterfly so fair, on a summer's night,
Drifting on the breeze with her graceful flight.
She breathes in scents, from the blooming flowers,
Dancing among petals, for hours and hours.
But then her gaze falls upon a light so bright,
An open window, inviting her to take flight.
She enters with wonder, her heart full of glee,
Thinking she's found, a blooming flower, so fair to see.
She dances around it, with ease and with grace,
Desiring to touch it, with her delicate lace.
But as she draws near, with her wings alight,
She sees the truth, too late to take flight.
The light was not a flower, but a fiery sun,
A candle's flame, that burned her wings as one.
Oh, how she suffered, in her final dance,
Her beauty and life, forever gone in a glance.
So let us cherish, each step we undertake,
And not be swayed, by beauty's false remake.
For in the end, true love will always shine,
Guiding us safely, through the dangers of time.