Butterfly

For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.” John Keats love letters to Fanny Brawne, 1819-20.

Barbara Regina Dietzsch – A Buttercup with a Butterfly and an Insect.