Darting and fluttering erratically
Laughing and blushing and glancing
Searching for ever-elusive nectar
Where will she turn next?
Under a microscope she doesn't know exists
I'm watching her increasingly desperate moves
Sometimes trying jealousy, sometimes weaknes
Sometimes laughter, kindness, delicacy, power
He is oblivious
Like a butterfly fluttering around a printed flower
She will never find consolation there.
But will she give her life for it?