a woman loves

Its haunting  
How a woman    
loves  
And comes  
With a song.  
   
She loves  
And leaves butterflies    
in my brain.  
   
When I sleep,  
Or slip away into the dusk  
For a walk,  
Or sit on a bench  
Watching  
as the sun goes by --  
I do it all  
In my seemingly quiet.  
   
But inside of my mind  
The flowers;  
As soft as her lips,  
As deep as her eyes,  
Are vibrant  
And joyously    
laughing.