December 23, 2010

Flower to Flower

One blow of the wind
and off she goes.
Flapping her wings
with a breeze in her nose

Sadness I feel
Because I want her by me.
Happiness enters
because she is free.

Roaming around
hopping from flower to flower.
Not looking back
as I get sadder and sadder.

Come back to me
my beautiful butterfly.
You are unique and exotic
and I tell you all the time.

Hold on to me
as the wind gently goes.
Hold on tighter
as the gale violently blows.

1 comment:

  1. This is how I feel about you. And I wish you would notice me. You have forgotten all about me.