the Angel of fire and the Gypsy butterfly

The Angel of fire and the  Gypsy Butterfly;
    The slaughtered thoughts of my dreams were scorched by your passionate lies....My thoughts of love only ever lived between your thighs....and those thoughts, those thoughts were always lies.
     My once beautiful mind was ravished by your deceptive ways. You belittled, betrayed and hurt me in every way.
      You swooped in disguised as an Angel of beauty and turned me into your demon of dishonor and duty.... You burnt a path through my very soul.... every time we made love it was My heart that paid the toll...
       As I lay in the shallow grave my addictions dug, I watched you ride away on your chariot of Hells fire. You left in your wake my world burnt.... a world of hate and of rot and of false desire.... all that was left was, a piece of heart touched by you not.
       You were my addiction and you left me in a cage, a fiend begging in the gutter helpless and cold.. all that remained was a soul enraged.
        then when all seemed lost..... I began to see beautiful butterfly spread her wings and begin to fly....her wings singed , damaged by others lies.... She swooped in and landed on a piece of hope, really all that you let remain....
        Her lyrical voice in my symphony of chaos. As she touched me sweetly, instantly I knew all was not lost... She whispered to me "Rise up Jason, rise up Love is here. You MUST pick yourself up and follow me where we are going is near. Jason you must get up, GET UP AT ALL COST! All that  I have for you is honest and pure....."
       So I fought the good fight and thought that I had lost.... And this butterfly swooped me up and took me to a place you had forgot.... LOVE... Honest, honest love unashamed passionate a flame....
       She this butterfly calms me, shows me that love does still remain. She teaches me the lessons of her old soul... Her wings so colorful and bold.
      We sailed across a sea of time... two souls making love as one with passion hotter than any sun.
        We use the stars as our compass rose... with a love like hers I feel strong enough to stand against any and all foes.
       This is not just some poem of prose..... this is a lyric to my butterfly... to my love , my new life and a woman I hope someday maybe, just maybe i'll be good enough a man to make her my wife....... And to a false Angel past who said our love will never die and always last ....
Though I should  have known.. cause her laughs were always a lie..... And I thank GOD my butterfly can see beyond my past.