It's immeasurable beauty
watching this butterfly
flutter and find me
among the flowers
having found you
and feeling found.
He promised to watch over
on petal wing and prayer
and now he appears here,
and you're there.
Oh the coincidence of nature
from afar;
A spiraled golden mean
and you my precious found rolling stone
are the jewel no one's seen
save for inside these brown golden eyes
where I see you as you are.
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