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,


    You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.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