Butterfly Effect
Every morning when I wake,
I cannot wait to see it rise,
Just to catch a glimpse of what's
reflected,
From within your eyes ...
As I stand to feel the warmth,
I somehow hear you in a breeze,
Talking to me through the flowers that are
towered by the trees...
So I take the deepest breath and try,
To hold you deep within,
While I pray to keep the best inside,
But worse back to the wind...
It's your pulse I feel so turbulent,
And your tears within the rain,
That preceed a storm the world is meant,
Not to answer or explain...
Even half a world away,
Our souls conspire to connect,
As we glide upon the wings,
Within the butterfly effect...
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