Charles Sims, Butterflies (1904)
Chasing a Butterfly, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Why thou so ev’r eager to capture me?
Only to put pin through my quiet heart?
Shall I be but a mere trophy for thee?
Tis bett’r to be still for romance to start.
Sit ever still and I will come to thee,
To light on thy bosom thou heart to feel.
Such precious time a place for me to be,
My wish only more of it we could steal.
The beat of thy heart makes my wings flutter.
Wonder if on thy lips sweet nectar lay?
Me on thy lips no sound will thee utter,
Here for a moment I will want to stay.
If many hearts thou continue to slay,
Thy promising love will soon stay away.