Butterfly Love
Love is a curious thing.
Who knows when it first came to light?
It’s like a butterfly that starts its life,
In a cocoon hidden out of sight.
As it emerges from its sheltered home,
Its ultimate form still unknown,
Its fuzzy face gives no clue,
As to the majestic beauty it will turn into.
Our love started as an innocent flirtation,
That turned into an infatuation.
Then our love grew,
Far beyond our wildest imagination.
Though the butterfly’s time will soon pass by,
Our love will forever fly.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2016
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