Prompt: write a poem about the lovely line of a woman’s cheek, a butterfly, and use the color pink
Chat GBT says:
Upon her lovely cheek a line,
A gentle curve that’s so divine,
A butterfly, it seems to rest,
In shades of pink, it is dressed.
Its wings so delicate and light,
Softly fluttering in delight,
Upon her skin, it finds a home,
A beauty that’s not alone.
For in that line, there’s something more,
A depth of feeling to adore,
A hint of passion and desire,
That sets her heart and soul on fire.
And in that moment, time stands still,
As they embrace with a tender thrill,
The line of pink upon her cheek,
A symbol of the love they seek.
Same thing with a little human intervention:
Upon her lovely cheek a line,
A gentle curve that’s so divine,
A butterfly, it briefly rests,
In shades of pink, subtly dressed.
Its wings so delicate and light,
Softly fluttering in delight,
Upon her skin, a moment’s home,
A fleeting beauty, not alone.
And in that line, there’s something more,
A depth of feeling to adore,
A hint of passion and desire,
That fills my heart with tender fire.
And in that moment, time is still,
Its landing a surprising thrill,
A tiny creature on her cheek,
A closeness that I also seek.