Lilies and butterflies,
over pink pansies beauty flies.
Daisies linger in fields upon fields-
Who knew my sweet Monarch
my heart would steal.
She flutters over a purple peony,
and on a lily pad rests gently,
my Monarch has given me,
a reason to feel,
-my soul she did heal.
Floating and dancing and showing sweet romancing-
Soaring and sprinkling and glowing and twinkling.
White roses and...
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