MY PAPILLON

(Butterfly)

From the first time you wrote me,
We were introduced by a friend, so kind.
You saw my note to you, and said to me,
"You must have a new name, a name of mine."

You sent another letter to me and the
New name was there to see.
It was "MY PAPILLON", French for
"My Butterfly", as you ever after called me.

You became quite ill, as time went by,
You could not write too well,
You would send glorious gifts to me
Of virtual flowers, mountains, and dells.

Beautiful sunsets you loved to send,
But flowers you loved most.
You said I reminded you of soft, lovely orchids,
So you sent a great many of those.

My friend, Dear Friend, when you left this world,
To meet our Lord , it broke my heart to lose you here,
But Jesus calmed us all with His mighty Love.
He awaits each of us, and we shall meet you, my Dear.

Your Papillon shall see you again, Precious Friend,
You know that now, I am sure.
Just understand how much you are missed,
And how truly you are adored.

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