A colourful butterfly,
male of the species,
utterly romantic,
in his pattern of behaviour,
says it all simply
by the his style of flight.
It is a kind of skiing
up in the air, as if on ice,
He practises it, to tail her,
a duty he quite earnestly
took upon himself.
She is visibly pleased about
all the attention she commands,
revealed by his spectacular aerobatics
her every response, tells it.
With his jittery moves,
he gives her good cover
from other pesky suitors,
with loud painted wings.
By flitting right to left
and then the reverse
he smears colors on her wings
his inadvertent gift, of love,
in the process of the courting ritual.
With his passion, he anoints her,
with all the fervour he could muster,
you'd see him tremble,
with uncontrollable delight.
as he defies the rules of the wind,
hovers over her as if she is vanquished,
Only she,sees it with a pair of different eyes:
"Love makes us both victorious,in this game"
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
A colourful butterfly,
male of the species,
utterly romantic,
in his pattern of behaviour,
says it all simply
by the his style of flight.
It is a kind of skiing
up in the air, as if on ice,
He practises it, to tail her,
a duty he quite earnestly
took upon himself.
She is visibly pleased about
all the attention she commands,
revealed by his spectacular aerobatics
her every response, tells it.
With his jittery moves,
he gives her good cover
from other pesky suitors,
with loud painted wings.
By flitting right to left
and then the reverse
he smears colors on her wings
his inadvertent gift, of love,
in the process of the courting ritual.
With his passion, he anoints her,
with all the fervour he could muster,
you'd see him tremble,
with uncontrollable delight.
as he defies the rules of the wind,
hovers over her as if she is vanquished,
Only she,sees it with a pair of different eyes:
"Love makes us both victorious,in this game"
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