Butterflies

Though days are few since we first met,
It feels as though our paths were set,
Long before this moment came,
As if our souls already knew our names.

In such a short time, we’ve grown so near,
You feel like home, familiar, dear.
In laughter shared and silences deep,
In stories told and secrets we keep.

We learn, we grow, and tend with care,
Working through moments both light and rare.
Though new, our bond feels tried and true—
As if my heart had always known you.

-C.Carpenter

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