Solace drifting in crystal blue,
a tumble dance of delicate perfection,
on currents of Love you glide.
I see your wings,
your freedom in frailty,
a beauty unveiled,
sweet divinity.
Guide me to your home, your rest -
a garden filled with flowers, incense
on warm breeze,
tranquillity.
My friend, a single butterfly,
a triumph over days gone past,
a lesson of hope,
metamorphosis of self.
My Lover, a woman
whose own wings only I perceive,
whose own beauty all admire,
whose laughter is my Universe,
whose smile makes me whole,
whose body I caress as she dreams….
My butterfly.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:20 PM UTC
Solace drifting in crystal blue,
a tumble dance of delicate perfection,
on currents of Love you glide.
I see your wings,
your freedom in frailty,
a beauty unveiled,
sweet divinity.
Guide me to your home, your rest -
a garden filled with flowers, incense
on warm breeze,
tranquillity.
My friend, a single butterfly,
a triumph over days gone past,
a lesson of hope,
metamorphosis of self.
My Lover, a woman
whose own wings only I perceive,
whose own beauty all admire,
whose laughter is my Universe,
whose smile makes me whole,
whose body I caress as she dreams….
My butterfly.