Butterfly in the dungeon

Memories of my past,
show me how much have I suffered
in this human form...
You locked me in
a tower of sorrow,
I couldn't see the sun's
warm rays,
and I had no one.

I was so lonely
yet the only companions
were the cold walls which
kept me imprisoned,
for so long.
I was kept in sorrow and grief
without anyone,
without any soul who would
keep me company,
without food or water,
my body started to lose
weight...
I was mere skin and
bones, and on the verge
of my last breath
when a small
butterfly appeared.

Its wings were big and strong,
its colors so bright,
he came to me without any fright
and landed in front of me
looking at me,
wondering whether I'm still alive...

I stared at him for
so long, yet I couldn't
know that he was the one
who would save my soul.
Before I took my last breath,
old wooden doors of my
dungeon just opened
before me, and the little butterfly
guided me out,
and that was the first time I
could feel the warmth of the
Sun, just as I looked towards the
butterfly it started to change shape,
forming into something, someone
but I could not see whom or what
my body simply collapsed...

The next thing I knew
was waking up in a mans  strong arms,
his eyes blue and deep as the ocean,
his face bright and warm as the Sun...
Five years had passed
and still today this beautiful man
is laying beside me,
never letting me go,
but I believe that the butterfly who saved
my soul that day was this,
beautiful, young man.