I hold you, my beautiful butterfly,
in the cocoon of my arms
and admire your magnificence.
The wings of freedom dance
in your irises, as moonlight
reflects off the lenses of your soul.
Your touch, so gentle,
flutters across my flesh,
awakening my tenderness.
And I know that you set me free
by enwrapping me
in love.
mystified-soul 
Simply beautiful.
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“The wings of freedom dance
in your irises, as moonlight
reflects off the lenses of your soul.” is sheer beauty. I love this part.