The butterfly,

perfect little princess

sitting upon her thrown

learning about life

and about love.

Many a knight

in tarnished armor

has come to the castle

searching for her,

but her demands are great

far too much for little boys

with wooden swords

and empty words.

So they leave her empty

all alone.

The little butterfly

alone upon her thrown

nurses her wound,

sewing her heart up again.

Then the great door opens,

but something is wonderfully wrong.

Trumpets sound,

a fan fair calling,

and here he comes

her knight in shining armor.

He walks with a grace

she has never known

and holds her above all the rest

his chivery and promises

don't fade away with time.

She's afraid after the last knight,

afraid to love again.

But as the goddess smiles

upon them both

the butterfly flutters to him.