BUTTERFLIES

 
BUTTERFLIES

I Try to be discreet
I know she can see me
A butterfly Leaves the
swarm And rabble
Of my core  
And floats in her direction
It fluters
And circles
And surrounds
Her with glee
Oh how I wish that
butterfly Was me
She greets it
With awe
I can see  
Delight from afar
I sit and I ponder
Her excitement
Never forgotten
I'm bound tied
And mute
Terrified of repute
A feeling
With in
Cocooned
With fear
To show
Love
To the one
I hold dear
A tear falls clear
I look down
With a splash
A love
So deep
Butterflies
Butterflies
are you here
The feeling
You give me
Gives me hope
That is clear
A beauty
My love
I will always be near.

BY MARK CLEASE