Butterflies

Monarchs of my heart,

they guide me, they tell me what's right.

 

It's when I see her they come,
they are there almost instantly.

 

They are sure about this,

it's all in her eyes, they read her soul.

When she talks, they flutter;
when she smiles, they leap.

They constantly tickle me,
telling me "This one is special."

My little friends have a love for her,
as I have one greater.

 

And I want them to stay,
if it means she will stay too.

Reviews

[Kiya]

Butterflies are made out of catterpillars. Wierd how life is. Love your use of metaphors in this poem - so sweet! I can always imagine butterflies in my stomache when I get nervous, I don't know why. not worms, not beetles, not ants, not flies but butterflies. "It's when I see her they come / they are there almost instantly" Such a subtle yet dramatic use of the butterflies. Well done :)

[April Child]

I can picture you walking round trailing butterflies, open your mouth to speak and one might pop right out. This is beautiful, and it is true, the butterflies do herald the special one.

And I want them to stay,
if it means she will stay too.

Lovely.

[Enigma]

Wow!! This is very sweet...oh! yes! adorable too.
I loved it!! Well Done!!

[Cortney Lynn]

THIS. IS. ADORABLE.

[Kristine]

when she smiles, they leap.


i did not know butterflies could leap. =P
but i really like this one... =]

[Suki]

aww what a nice poem ^.^

[Evangelis]

Thats beautiful, I love how you used butterflies.