Two butterflies crowd the paper. Their small molds designed by their creator. Their wings flap at each other's company. Oh, how they look so wondrously! A secret language both creatures share. With no words shared in the unspoken air. Two butterflies with wings so great, Like fine artists ready to create. Splashed with colors like falling rose petals. Their wings covered in dark dots like freckles. They begin to fly, Letting their wings glisten as they flew, A secret dance amongst the two. Like petals spinning in the breeze, The two butterflies dance as they please. They watch each other with great intent. Wondering what the other will present. They bow their heads as they share turns, Hoping to see what the other returns. Their final swing they come to embrace, A typical love story, about dances and grace.