1685

The butterfly obtains
But little sympathy
Though favorably mentioned
In Entomology—

Because he travels freely
And wears a proper coat
The circumspect are certain
That he is dissolute—

Had he the homely scutcheon
Of modest Industry
’Twere fitter certifying
For Immortality—

You let your hands rush by the ivy,
ripping off every leaf you could get them on.
Only to drop them when no longer desired,
broken women, scattered across the lawn.

If I saw a woman?
Just as cute as you.
I wouldn't know what to say?
Or what to do?

If I kissed a woman?
Just like I kissed you.
I would know what say?
Or what to do?

I am glad I don't have this problem.
Cause I have the love of a good woman.
And there no need to go fishing.

If I was alone?
When you came along?
Then things would be so different.

But I have the love of a good woman.
And here is nothing but happiness.

Though I wish it was
like the long-lost love
that I still miss,
or the sweet mist
of soft citrus
squished fruit
that squirted in my mouth
in my youth.

Time is a snake
devouring itself,
scouring souring seconds,
and removing buildings.
Till, thirty years later
I cannot recognize
any of the lost landmarks
from my long-ago life.

It was the destiny
That made us meet
Date
And fall for each other


Few years later,



It was the same destiny
In a revised form
That made us separated
From each other....