By Sheri Stanley and Maurice Reynolds
Bonjour, mon Papillion, my butterfly,
who rewrites the definition of stunning!
Oh, thou radiant insect, wings and body,
hues spectacularly woven, color 'pon color, vein by vein.
This rainbow to touch and admire -
is almost torture; this urge
to have thee as mine.
Alas, I know thou must go ...
How glorious thee Papillion,
in colors of grace and suave,
fluttering ‘pon luscious vales
of soft floral petals, créatures magnifiques!
Thee like soft vapors owning the summer air
filling the hearts of lovers
inspiring the poet’s lair!
Thine powers majestic, oh, precious butterfly!
Thou lights ‘pon the flower,
daring it to look more appealing than thee!
May I come nearer one moment? I shan't keep thee long,
That I may touch what my eyes see - is all that I ask!
Merci, glorious Papillion! Merci!
No creature shall ever be
more captivating than thee!
Au revoir mon ami.