my grandmother planted the seed
my mother watered it
the soil tried to nurture it
but it wasn't until i exposed my leaves to your God given rays that the faith we spoke of blossomednot in sunlight
nor moonlight
or under a starlight sky
but in your lightsome may call you a blessing
a godsend , boon , .... benison
i know you asbutterfly
like the ones i feel trapped in your charm
when your wings sheltered my naive
mind from harm
in an ever changing cycle of pollution
i found a solution in your many colors
finding peace in your eyes
stillness in your a stare that cause
A quiet storm to roll
through my mindmy stem does not tingle at your locution
my soul does not die at your worldly intellect
but my spirit rejoices with enlightenmenti cannot claim as my own
but i know you as mine
the one who pollenated the seed
mybutterfly
you cease to amaze me
something so majestic embroidered with beauty ; delighted in Gods glory
a path of righteousness lies ahead
best of wishes
fulfill your duties , exercise your gift wiselyand although i have this obscure urge to keep you to myself
i set you free
my spiritual liberator
funny valentine
mybutterfly
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Vulnerbility (butterfly )
PoetryShe loves him , but he can't belong to her at least not now