How To Love

The red rose asked the blue butterfly.., "Where were you since the last goodbye ? So much I missed you in silent sigh... With tears of dew....my eyes did cry." Dazzled the butterfly blue, in golden wings of silver hue. Snuggled with a wink and nod, cuddled with a hug so broad... " My loving bloom...... there's no room for gloom.. I went around in joy......in nature's flurry deploy.... The writer penned a poem on my story. The painter brushed me his passion of glory. The camera clicked the mirth of my hustle. The swimmer stroked the fun of my bustle." Caressed the rose......petals in a curve... A delicate kiss ...to the hovering above... "But could you teach those men...how to love?" PLACED 7th in Mark Toney's Poetry marathon Mile 19 PLACED 2nd in Maureen Mcgreavy's What I love