My Beautiful Butterfly

Once I saw a butterfly a free and beautiful butterfly.
Then I caught the butterfly and kept it for myself.
Where did it come it enchanted my heart.
The butterfly moved so gracefully around.
The butterfly looked at me and almost smiled.
It’s wings had colours that could entrance the sky.
It’s body so beautiful and soft.
For I love this butterfly it is mine.
I look into your eyes and feel what you feel.
Never need to speak the butterfly is silent.
Exquisite the butterfly it floats on air cutting through the atmosphere
it moves so elegantly.
We don’t tell it and yet we know it.
The butterfly eats the leaf, I stare at the butterfly I gaze at the
butterfly.
Fluttering in circles it spins around me I am entranced by the gift of
the butterfly.
Look through the glass I could never see a beauty when I glance at the
floating butterfly
The butterfly is not mendacious nor is it a bluff. The truth the
butterfly speaks is from the heart.
Gracious the butterfly always a smile.
Kindness the butterfly is my soul mate.
I offer my heart to the butterfly and my world.
Its world is my garden I stare from the window.
The butterfly floats through the window and into my home.
As I stare is comes to me and stares into my soul, the butterfly soft
and she moves knows what I am feeling and offers its world.
I pick fruit for the butterfly and feed her as she floats.
Flowers everyday I offer the gifts to please my butterfly. However,
never demanding nor expecting she is my beautiful butterfly.