I surrender to my philosophy on love
whose graceful soul will never bring me peace
like a butterfly it spreads its wings over my heart,
settling for a moment, only to leave its mark.
Its beauty captures my breath, bringing silence to all in sight.
But it never lasts,
vanishing beneath the fading light.
When morning comes he is gone and all is lost.
Alas, love's sweet kiss finally falls to rest, buried amongst the bed
sheets of yesterday's warm embrace.
My butterfly gone. Leaving me with nothing
but a painted tale of love.