To My Beloved,

They call me a lion's tooth, known to many as the humble dandelion,

A common sight, uprooted, yet in your eyes, I see a lineage divine.

Oh, my precious butterfly, morpho rhetenor of the sea-blue wing,

Your beauty mirrors the deep ocean's hue, a sight so mesmerizing.

I, mere in my golden glow, lit by only the sun's fervent rays,

Can scarce hold a candle to the sunflower's more lauded blaze.

Yet in my simplicity, I've watched you from a quiet remove,

Admiring the elegance with which you so gracefully move.

Then came the serene summer's day when the gales had ceased,

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My heart exposed, warm with blushes, as my inner tempest eased.

At last, our worlds converged, you acknowledged my meek existence,

From a simple "hello," a bond blossomed, defeating all distance.

Our connection now mirrors that of the butterfly to its cherished flower,

Perhaps a "nice to meet you again," under the midnight shower.

I hope our ties deepen, far surpassing nature's own scripted story,

Growing stronger with each passing day, in its quiet, unspoken glory.

The future unfolds, inevitable, yet filled with untold tales,

I yearn to share each moment with you, through all life's scales.

My friend, my confidante, my one and only beloved true,

In joy and sorrow, in triumph and loss, I wish to share it all with you.

With all my love,

Laelynn