Their wings were of a light, light blue,
They danced in spirals ever so graceful;
I watched the butterflies dance in sunlight,
Till the azure sky darkened, and thus came night.
It was then that I finally remembered,
Why with that shade of blue I was so taken;
For your eyes too were of that exact same colour,
Which always held my gaze, and filled me with wonder.
But on that night, you were pale and white,
All was hush, and the end was such—
“Farewell.” I remember your words, which were your last;
And within this cold winter, the butterflies dance no longer.
