Butterflies are white and blue <br />In this field we wander through. <br />Suffer me to take your hand. <br />Death comes in a day or two. <br /> <br />All the things we ever knew <br />Will be ashes in that hour, <br />Mark the transient butterfly, <br />How he hangs upon the flower. <br /> <br />Suffer me to take your hand. <br />Suffer me to cherish you <br />Till the dawn is in the sky. <br />Whether I be false or true, <br />Death comes in a day or two.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mariposa/
