|The Butterfly (standard:poetry, 143 words)|
|Author: tcsrandy||Added: Sep 02 2003||Views/Reads: 1843/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|poem about finding, and holding on to love|
I watched a Butterfly today, She seemed to know the right way. She would flutter here and flutter there And then she landed on my chair. The sunlight glistened off her beautiful wings And I swear I heard her begin to sing. Her colors were all purples and pinks And I could feel an emptiness in me begin to sink. A Coldness in my heart began to melt And a warmness replaced it, which I have never felt. With one last chorus she fluttered high I thought if I lost her I just might die. Then I heard a voice, crystal clear You shall never loose me; I will always be near. So I have planted a butterfly garden you see, For a butterfly must always be free. And I watch my butterfly every day, So that I too, now know the way. Tweet
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