It's as beautiful as a golden butterfly,
Fluttering its wings as it soars the sky,
A feeling that everyone wants to share,
That gives us a dazzling smile to wear,
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Ahhhh the beginning phase of love. When the sparkle in our eye shines for all to see.

But in a moment all of that can change,
And you're left all alone feeling strange,
Wondering where everything went wrong,
And how only the outside of it was strong,
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By your title I sensed their was a "but" ... lol
How easily that "loving feeling" is stolen with a snap of the fingers. And we are left to ponder the "what, when, how" questions.
Wonderful stanza!

Still you try your hardest to find another,
Someone to hold in your arms as a lover,
Wishing that this time it's built to last,
And that all the heartache is in the past,
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Then the "moving on"phase begins or should I say "trying to move on".

Why couldn't this just be a perfect romance,
Instead of a game thats based on chance,
You feel the butterfly get swallowed by a dove,
A white perfect bird that symbolizes love,
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This is my absolute favorite stanza ...
Why couldn't this just be a perfect romance,
Instead of a game thats based on chance,
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thats <--- that's (I think)

You come to realize you'll never understand,
That nothing ever goes as it's planned,
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Well you've certainly penned the truth here ....
Great ending !

Your rhyme scheme a difficult one to pen. To try and rhyme once in a stanza brings difficulty by times ... but to do it twice deserves applause.
~Clap, Clap~ well done!

A wonderful read, with a very eye catching title.
Luanne