Butterflies

There was once a little girl, And a little boy. The little girl was all alone, Without a care in the world. She had eyes as bright as the sun and a heart That bloomed with the flowers around her head. She wrote on pages that Only her heart knew of And sang in melodies only The birds Could sing along with. But then, A little boy Came up to her, And took her hand without saying A word at all. She didn't question his gesture, But rather smiled with glee For she was one To always enjoy adventure. He ran with a sprint, And she couldn't help but to follow. Her mind couldn't stop racing just wondering where on earth He was possibly taking her. They stopped in the middle of a beautiful field. Breath taken she was At the sight of it all: Trees adorned the field and butterflies fluttered In the flawless sky above. They were attracted to the flowers in her hair And in the same manner, Her heart Was attracted to them. The little boy tip toed into the air In such a way That made the little girl's eyes gleam. He caught a butterfly from the air and with the cutest sparkle in his eye, Handed it to the girl. Her dainty fingertips held the creature As their hands touched For a second or two Just enough time for her stomach To make a leap or two. She looked at the fragile creature With a sense of wonderment and awe For its colors were far beyond her imagination But she was still in love with them Nevertheless. But then, The butterfly escaped her hands And flew off into the breathtaking skies As a tear Fell from her eye. The boy ran after the creature And that was the last time She ever saw the boy. Left in a field Where her tears Were the only ones she had near. And just like this, You left. You were the first To show me The beauty of butterflies And how they felt to have them overwhelm My heart and mind. And you were also the first To show me How it feels to fall in love them And have them leave. You've taught me beauty and destruction You've taught me happiness and sadness You've taught me things I wish I never had to learn: I fall in love with things That are only bound to leave. And you, Are one of these