The Butterfly

If he had flapped but just once more
How would that have changed the lore?
Would I be yours or you be mine?
Would you have at last seen the sign?
Why did he not, why choose so wrong?
Why make me mourn for oh so long?
Perfection rests upon that wing;
Just a flap could change the thing.
But his wing he did not flap
Thus tis I who take the rap.
His choice I now do so deplore;
If only he had flapped once more…