The Ancient Butterfly Dance
You were beautiful
As the silver moon to me,
With eyes like nothing else on earth
That moved me to the edge of insanity
Time and time again.
Flirtations danced between us
Like tiny golden butterflies
Fluttering from heart to heart
And toting Spring's Sweetness along with them
On each of their many journeys,
Like straying giggles in the afternoon.
Your words were always music notes
Whispering secrets in my waiting ears
That seemed to say 'I love you,'
But, like watermarks, they were just a smidge
Too vague to be math-equation certain,
Ebbing and flowing continuously
Like sighs, or yawns,
Or the sail on a boat on a day when the wind
Is dawdling in its duties but getting things done
And love was a painted Russian Easter-egg,
Intricate and charming
But toppled from its little golden stand
Much too easily.