Painted Lady (Rime Couee)

Butterfly, my sweet butterfly, our love so rare, I wonder why your heart chose to love me. Your sparkle that captured my eye and leaves my breath a whispered sigh as only love can be. As you flit to here, to there, I gaze as dreams become aware and my world fills with light. From the first time you said you care your love became my daily fare butterfly shine tonight. Your vibrant colours on my skin a mark to say love lies within tattooist's work of art. With needles and ink, joined as kin when loves painted lady drew me in her wings embraced my heart.