Admiral

A butterfly in Winter..
basking in the sun
unusual for this time
my Cabbage white love,
he doesn't want to stay
he doesn't want to go..
he will die anyway..
rather he flew..
into the sunshine happiness
he's bound to seek..
than be prisoner here
in my false heart..
like all the loves I know
I release them..
but never really let them go.

( today a glorious butterfly on my window..do you keep him safe ..do you set him free...tomorrow maybe his is dead because it might be horribly cold tomorrow..but for now he is free..love never ends )