The sweet smell of nectar
Leads my thoughts a stray
And the beauty of the butterfly
Keeps me from my dismay
As I hold this image dear
Like a child to his blanket
I think of all we've ever loved
From life to our casket
And I am over Joyed till it flows
Out of my eyes is this sadness
I'll miss all I've never done
Since I was lost in the butterfly madness
