My Beautiful Butterfly

I can go days without talking to you, months without seeing you, but not a second goes by that I don’t think about you. My beautiful butterfly, what we shared was short in time, but long in memory. Where ever you are, I cast my love to the wind in hopes it can find you. A.P.

Love reckons hours for months, and days for years;
and every little absence is an age.
John Dryden

Time Heals...

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