|Jeune Fille au Papillon|
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A lovely semi nude girl with beautiful flowers in her hand watching a butterfly fluttering by. Draped around the pretty girls waist is a sheer black wrap around. The young lady also has exquisite breasts lovely eyes and luscious lips enough to turn any man’s head as she walks past fully clothed. Her stunning beauty is there for all to see. The Butterfly Girl’s enchanting eyes can give you that look and make anyone’s heart melt not to mention making you go weak in the knees. Her raven like hair tops off an absolute ravishing woman. The pretty pink flowers on her see through garment add to the magnificent portrait of this alluring femme fatale. It’s a nice touch having the blue butterfly in the painting. It adds to the feminine feel of the art. It also works in well with the name of the painting. Wonders will never cease!
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John Williams: Alas that love, whose view is muffled still,
Should without eyes see pathways to his will!
Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?
Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.
Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.
Why then, O brawling love! O loving hate!
O anything, of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness! serious vanity!
Misshapen chaos of well seeming forms!
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health!
Still waking sleep, that is not what it is
This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Do you not laugh?
Kevin Brown: No, coz, I rather weep.
John Williams: Good heart, at what?
Kevin Brown: At your good heart's oppression.
John Williams: Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of my own lie heavy in my breast,
Which you will propagate, to have it pressed
with more of thine. This love that you have shown
Do add more grief to too much of my own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else? A madness most discreet,
A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Farewell, my coz.
The Love Story of John and Sue by Bill Rattleknife continued
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Butterfly Girl - Jeune Fille au Papillon Guillaume Seignac Femme Classic Art