My Butterfly Lover

He is the nectar that draws and feeds He is the pollen that grips and the flower that seeds Entice the kisses of my butterfly wings; love Fly from doubts, made in chrysalis ; my dove Softly the breeze guiding you and I As we endlessly seek, knowing the sky Empty for filling the reason our hunger be Healing: your love bringing hope, from heart's debris You are joy's flower, set apart from the weeds You are my love; intriguing, lovely, much more than my heart needs. Our season of reason will be eternal for: He is the nectar that draws and feeds, He is the pollen that grips and the flower that seeds,