Yet To Be

...for Juvie From a deluge to a trickle, from a roaring to a sigh, time passes, irretrievable, where did the hours fly? I thought of kites and butterflies, of seasons never ending, of wishes, dreams and fantasies, forever was I spending. But now I treasure memories, the pendulum has shifted, I think of pleasure still to come, with you I have been gifted. Butterflies will e'er delight me, kites will set my soul to flight, you have set my heart to beating, bliss is now my true delight!