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I was touched

I was touched:

The sound of the piano�s introduction, to the on slot of mixed and heightened emotions�
Played or mastered by the flute floating on the wings of a butterfly
It�s all I can do, I close my eyes, and feel what it feels like, to hurt, to love, to need to be in your arms
But I am not
I believe it is a harp, I cannot tell, I am just listening, and it feels like I know this song, all too well
I see a dance in my mind and the mycalesis orseis emerges on the scene, she floats on her plain but
Strong wings landing on a white rose, which is bright and has a lovely soft scent,
Taking it all in, she curious of what is to come, and what has already been
She is content because nothing has touched her, and she can absorb the beauty that is all around her
And the flute continues, and the harp bounces in a new piece for the song, as another butterfly crosses
Her path, and he is not the like her he is so beautiful and strong, and sure the Catochrysops Strabo
Swims threw the air confident, and secure in his presence, and the piano dominates the flute and
Harp
The dance is on now, she wants to know him, she wants to understand, she isn�t pretty like him but she
Just wants to see him, he introduces himself and his world, for her it is heaven, he slows down and helps
Her to swim in the air like him, and they rapture the moment and the dance last forever, but not long
Enough he must go and leave her behind
She sits on the rose, and thinks, and just enjoys the moment she had with such a magnificent butterfly
May I never see again his wings as tears fill her inside, she fly�s home and try�s to forget this special time
In her life, now days go by, and she feels alone in her spot on the white rose, many butterflies pass her
Sit next to her and want to talk, and sure they are nice, but they are not him, they are not Catochrysops �
Strabo they do not rip at her soul, so she just engages small talk threw the lonely flute
Then he appears, he is here, he came back, and he is here, she flutters and bounces, with the harps sure
Notes, she loves him, she loves him, but she must never, ever let him no
He is so beautiful, and she is to plain, she is only a Mycalesis Orseis brown and little color on her wings
She doesn�t care, she loves him, but how can this be, she is distant and scared, but she cannot stay away
She loves to watch him fly, he is just so lovely
The piano plays a solo, as she thinks it�s time again, he must go she heads back sadly to her white rose
And he says he wants to see her again
For him, she would fly to the sun just to catch fire and die
She cannot tell him, she cannot tell him
And the flute, and the harp make love in the song, she sees him frequently after
She is so scared, he will control her, and she has never been touched this way before
She has never been touched at all
In her plain colors she hopes for this to be real, and maybe he can love her plain and all
She also knows he is a male, and he is just about showing off his beauty, not really anything more
She sadly let�s him go so he can be happy, and swim in the air
She peaks in just to see if he is there, and make sure that the winds have not come in to strong
He is male but she has the wings to save him, if he needs her
She falls back and goes to her white rose, others come by and she engages in small talk
They are not him, they are not him
She enjoys the beauty around her, and in silence, she listens for if he was to call for her, she would not
Hesitate but go to his side and fight, she would face the storm head on, to save his life
No she just sits on her rose, and waits her life is not that long anyway she happily thinks
She has been touched, and now she will never see things the same way
Others come, and she engages in small talk, they say they want to love her, but she has been touched
And she could never, they are not him, they are not him
She hopes the end of time will happen soon, she is so lonely and her life is not long
Her heart is so heavy while the flute, and the harp come to an end, and the piano stars the finale
Plain butterfly, brown with little color on her strong wings, she has fade away now into the music
End of time has come for her, and she has been touched

By Seascape