Butterflies

3/14/05

When I think of you

The butterflies are countless.

Each their own color:

One for breathtaking

Eyes, that when I look, I'm lost

In dreams of beauty.

One for the smile

And lips that makes my heart want

To play in the clouds.

One for your smooth voice

That flows through my blood and veins;

They give me my wings.

And one for your heart,

So vibrant and nurturing;

Elixir of life.