The Butterfly Season
Over the years, it's really been rough,
A relationship can be hard and tough.
After many nights and disagreements,
I can also recall several agreements.
The butterfly season comes and goes,
It feels like our love no longer grows.
In those difficult times, I remember,
a lovely day, the fifth of December.
It was when we made vows, saying I do,
No matter what happens, I choose you.
Alexis Y.
02/27/2021
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2021
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