| Butterfly Love |
| Love seems an illusive thing, chased after and lusted for. It's a game of challenge, tender hearts to explore. That first encounter, so exciting, fresh and new. You close your eyes and jump, it's all your heart can do. Yet love is like a butterfly fluttering to and fro. One can only watch in sadness as it spreads it's wings to go. That trembling excitement can only last so long. One day you wake and realize it's flown away and gone. Love's tender butterfly wings carry it soaring on the wind, searching out a new heart to invade and break again. |
| Mary ( MsSouthernOrchid) Copyright 2/6/2006 |
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