I visit you nightly without a sound, Build worlds where logic can’t be found. I vanish at dawn, though I feel so real, What am I, that you see but cannot feel?

Timeless golden vessel. Holy. Light. Proffered by ladies who hold parties.

You set this up for the perfect shot. Add a D, and I'm not to blame. Add a picture, and put me on display.

To bind a newly weds to have an oath for everyone to see , this small trinket is what I am to be

I'm not the queen Bee, But I am the queen of the butterflies.