With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze hastes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung
You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses won't compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair
Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you,
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo
For Francine's Contest