Butterflies Adored Her

Ethereal she was, delicate and beautiful. Her skin alabaster, red lips and pink cheeks. Her auburn hair curled in exactly the right way. Thick and fine; it was the only thing thick about her. I hid in the shadows, watching her. The butterflies understood. Came to her as if she was butter. Or a daisy. Fluttered onto her hands and shoulders. Understanding and reveling in her gorgeousness. I watched for a long time, never forgetting this moment. For it was exquisite and unforgettable.