My Beloved

I was just a butterfly,

he was a man, for us there could not be love...

his eyes were for another, always.

I would fly down and land on his shoulder, just wanting to be closer.

I would flap my wings but he would brush them aside,

wanting another, me as a butterfly would never stand a chance...

I continued to stay by his side, landing every now and then...

Watching as his heart would break, over and over again...

my tears filling in for his,

I landed for another time and he scouped me up from his shoulder, petted my wings and said they were beautiful,

I felt as if the line would close,

some doubt came to mind , but my love for him was strong,

From watching him for so long i trusted him,

his eyes told no lies, his voice spoke of love, and his strong hands that held me were filled with protection,

for me a small butterfly, love was hard, sometimes seemed to far away,

but even for a butterfly love exists,

and he has always held my heart...

this lonely butterfly with delicate wings has finally been held by her love,

but will he except my fragile wings and crazy erge to fly?

 

Author's Note

:)