If a Butterfly Could

If a butterfly could pose, or land on my nose, many secrets I would gladly tell... th ones left on a forgotten trail. Its colors so vivid and alive... would be the colors of my choice: when dreary days come and thrive without those arched rainbows. If a butterfly could pick pollen on my rose so red and passionate as this heart is, I would hop on its wings and doze... dreaming of a garden where happiness lives. Its flowers: one prittier than the other would enchant me like a poetic line; only one of them I would choose and adore... if a butterfly could show me which one is mine. Entered in Gail Doyle's contest, " A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses " Written by Andrew Crisci