By: Amoureax Amant
Beauty wondered what was true love in town,
and asked the butterfly fluttered on lawn,
and butterfly fluttered at her fingers,
as though it seemed to say love was flowers.
Beauty confused and watched upon sundown,
and asked the sun, when sun fell down like stone,
and sun red-stained the clouds looked like lotus,
as though it seemed to say love was pictures.
Beauty stilled looked confused in front of tree,
as though she was as dump as tree on lea,
and asked fall leaves, when leaves fluttered with sigh,
as though fall leaves sighed she was like firefly.
As beauty encountered someone loved her,
she smiled and understood question's answer.