The Butterfly

Love is like a butterfly

It looks so beautiful

So soft, so delicate

It floats through the air

With purpose and flare

Yet could be taken by any cool breeze

We decide that we want it

So we approach it and we catch it

And we hold it in the space between

Two hands almost clasped air tight

Enough space just to know

It’s there by the taps here and there

Is it not enough to be in it?

To wait and receive it?

To see love come up and land on you

To bask in that moment

That beauty, that splendor

However long it stays feels true

And we wish we could die there

The butterfly and I

Held together by mystery

But alas sometimes the butterfly

Will leave to land again

And to know that someone else

That person you may not even know

Can share that brave same moment

And they can learn to love again

The beauty is laying in a butterfly field

Letting every one land on you

To truly know and appreciate love

Is to know that love lands on 

and love chooses you.