In places where butterflies glow
Glowing with their attractive features,
Though many they may be, different they seem.
But to take one away is a scar we already carry,
Yet still seek to understand.
To you, my heart,,sweet as you are,
You're also a mystery,
The kind that pulls me closer
And glues me to you.
I want a story ,one that keeps us smiling,
Through sorrow, joy, and into old age, if we're lucky.
But you take most pages,
Does that mean you prefer me in your heart,
More than just on paper?
Sometimes I wonder, how crazy you make me feel,
Yet I still give you my heart.
I may allow you to pierce it,
Sometimes it may bleed,
But still, I’ll always choose you.
In a burning ground,
Let me carry you in my arms.
In your silence,
Let me fill it with words of comfort.
You deserve love,
And from me, I’d carry a mountain for you.
Only that my arms are too short to wrap it all at once.
But my heart is wealthy,
And I can share it all with you.
I’m running dry of words…
Always choose to love ,for it's better the pain of love than pain of hate.
