Butterfly landed upon my arm
Touched just once then flew away
Yet trapped in the cage of memories
To remain engraved until I fade

Lives linked through thoughtless sight
And meaningless for one dies so young
But does not leave for the other, kissed
Yet not missed, taste upon thy tongue

Perfection created by not man nor god
Pictures and poems can’t replace
The Idealised of ones eternity
Written upon the others face

Beloved, said but I was not
For wings of butterflies yearn to fly
Alive and caught within a moment
If perhaps it lives longer than I.