You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free.

She put a wedge beside my heart And then she brought the mallet down She sang no song to guide her work I lost my heart without a sound

Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

Truth is when your mind and your gut agree.

You can be who you will,” he repeated. His voice softened. “And if you will have me, I will be the one beside you.

She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together

Years ago, before this estate was generously and unwillingly turned over to the crown, the lord here was a genuine dimwit. He had a minister stashed behind his throne to whisper clever things to say.