She has the frame of a mature woman
yet still in her eyes a little girl is residing
she is so kind to all yet much misunderstood
and she is always getting in trouble in the hood

She was my girl once
and I still love that girl
I think of her after dark
my sweet butterfly heart

I would love to go back
you know, and start again
but I'm onward bound to my art
my sweet love, my butterfly heart

By Christos Andreas Kourtis alka NeonSolaris