Blue Butterfly


This to him was unknown that his love was pure and that the best was
always yet to come. That each in their own special way would bring
out the best in the other.

This to him was unknown that he would become more than what he thought
could be. That the journey within would be equal to the without.

Time upon time, and with each passing generation the unknown would...
become known.

Timothy E. Stevenson May 4, 2000 ©


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