Alexis Y. Poet Couplet

The Butterfly Season

Over the years, it's really been rough,
A relationship can be hard and tough.

After many nights and disagreements,
I can also recall several agreements. 

The butterfly season comes and goes,
It feels like our love no longer grows.

In those difficult times, I remember, 
a lovely day, the fifth of December.

It was when we made vows, saying I do,
No matter what happens, I choose you.





Alexis Y.
02/27/2021

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Rama Balasubramanian March 1, 2021 at 5:54 AM We don't divorce our parents, why people divorce? A special bon created by God should last lifetime through thick and thin. In ancient India, there was no divorce. Now things have changed. Wonderfully penned.

Robert Pettit February 28, 2021 at 3:25 PM Very nicely written set of couplets that compliment each other quite well.

Rico Leffanta February 28, 2021 at 11:01 AM If only people could learn how to make rational decisions whilst they are young, e.g., provide teenagers with a cheat sheet to distinguish between pheromones and love. Aloha! Rico

Vijay Pandit February 28, 2021 at 3:56 AM Pleasant memories of saying I do! Lovely emotive write, Alexis.

Victor Buhagiar February 27, 2021 at 10:56 PM Great metaphorical poem, Alexis. Hope the butterflies stay put.

Evelyn Judy Buehler February 27, 2021 at 8:53 PM Your poem is touching and beautifully written, Alexis. The music is wonderful, too. This is a fave for me. :)

Gershon Wolf February 27, 2021 at 6:27 PM Great analogy there, Alexis. Love can certainly flit like a butterfly, or take flight altogether. ~ On the Wing, gw

Robert L. Hinshaw February 27, 2021 at 3:37 PM A very insightful verse, Alexis - just proves that love transcends all!! Bob H

Anne-Lise Andresen February 27, 2021 at 2:23 PM - No one has sunshine every day ... it must rain a little sometimes ... a lovely poem, Alexis :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)