Flirting With a Butterfly

Her face assumed a distant air, A strong veil of old sadness. She was relatively still young. A butterfly in her prime of life. Yet she felt heaviness of heart That only age could explain. She had seen him with other girls, Younger butterflies than she. Handsome as he was, He was an attraction in the town. Suddenly she realized he was free, And began to notice her as she walked in the public garden. He saw her as a butterfly, flitting from flower to flower But he never stayed long, she was convinced. She smiled, a sudden change of brightness. He would realize she was not so old after all. Her face was smooth, an evanescent of age And wrinkles. Her eye glimmered with mirth. Afterall wasn’t she as beautiful as any other butterfly? Perhaps he would ask her out. Would she accept? It would not last, she knew him too well. Too many butterflies for her liking. So, she’ll decline politely and show him the door. It did not take him too long to ask her for a date. Absentmindedly, she gladly accepted.