The Butterfly (re worked)

The Butterfly

Wrapped in a silk cocoon of self doubt, the chrysalis awaits loves warming rays, sent from a poet, to warm her and to guide her, to new and better days

To help her break free her chains, to show her own true worth, to bring Sunshine to her day, for her smile I'd pay the Earth

Slowly, the cocoon cracks, there appears a pretty wing, to see her transformation is such a wondrous thing

With a little struggle the Butterfly is free, she spreads to fly, a few words of encouragement, as she takes off in the sky

Lifted by encouragement, on the wind of self belief, she soars into another happier world, void of pain and grief

Into he world of the poet, a place filled of love and desire, now my pretty Butterfly you feed this poets fire

But dont fly to close to him, like the moth did to the flame, allow his fires just to warm you, so forever you'll remain

You are now that Butterfly, as pretty as can be, and as for your lucky poet, I guess that must be me

Ron