Butterfly

When I call you my butterfly.

It is not only about your beauty,
As remarkable as it is,
Whether clothed for a day's work,
A night on the town,
Or stepping from the shower,
Dressed only in droplets of water.

It is about your wings,
Of freedom.

Able to carry you,
Where you wish to go,
On your life’s journey.

To land you delicately,
Where you wish stay,
If only for moment.

It is about the sweetness,
Of your kisses,
Your thoughts,
Your actions,
Your very soul.

It is also about,
The most wondrous,
Change you’ve,
Undergone,
In becoming,
The most important,
Person in my life.