My butterflies are of a variety of colors.
They go from red to violet depending on my lover's
When they're red, I'm burning in desire to have him in my hugs
I'm cheerful and so thrilled to know it's me who he loves
When they're orange, I'm on a glorious adventure to the beach where we can sit on the sand.
When they're yellow, it is because I'm spontaneously giving my best laugh to my man.
When these flying creatures are green, me and my man are in harmony and in sync with each other's eyes.
When my butterflies are blue, we trust our hearts and embrace the day's prize.
Indigo, eu digo, that's what the Portuguese lovers say
You give me love, pride and the 24 hours of my day
Violet they are when I can't understand my lover's thoughts therefore I ponder
If butterflies are indeed, my heart filled with thunder
To deal with my man's things must give me rainbow butterflies, I sigh
For when I seem to understand him, I finally get to whom my butterflies fly.
YOU ARE READING
To whom my butterflies fly
PoetryThis is a poem dedicated to the 8760 hours and 365 days of love and commitment lived so far. Thanks, L.
