The Butterflies Touch my Soul

Can't fight the moonlight of a butterfly

The rose petals Art of the moonlight

The rose petals one by one

You make me love

Even more my heart grows with joy

Because the desire to love grows stronger

Than the rose petals blossom

And even though there is only half of the story I could tell

You are the one who tells the story so well

You loved to pick every flower of red

And make a bouquet of roses

Almost like it was Valentine's Day or my birthday

Which is in the month of spring

Which I guess is good because all the beauty of the flowers grow in the spring of sunflower and rose petals

There is an art to the love of every rose petal

That is your song of the heart I want to sing

But loving you is stronger than any heart of love should ever be

You make the butterfly wish it could fly with wings

But you always told me that we don't need the wings to fly

We just need our love of a butterfly and a heart of a rose to get us by all of the rose petals and even if we dream of the impossible waiting for it to be real there is still a chance that we are each other's one chance at love and you may see the love that is supposed to be or the rose petals of the moon that sings a song of every dream of my heart to me

As I tell myself the last petal of the moons midnight story and every word I wrote ends up being the lines of poetry's heart in me.

I'm just gonna wing it

I'm just gonna wing it

The write of passage

Without a password

Looking for answers

Like we are running from the rose bush of thorns

Seeing the moon on the sea

And wondering what it would be like to live underneath

Without being the surface of the sand and all the pretty seashells but letting the ocean decide the life from the clouds and watching the sun almost to none shine every morning without a wake up call to light and with a hearted welcome you are the cherry kissed blossom and all the trees without a lanterns of castle or signed wedding deeds but the cake without the frosting and the bride without a groom but lighting your candle opera and letting the light of fate decide your dreams instead of the light bulb of imaginary things but without the beginning there would be no room for ending and without a pencil or paper you would see the feathers that would send it to you by carrier pigeon later and even without fairy godmothers wand you could recreate the fairytale but without the pumpkin carriage and the prince who proposes to you asking your hand in marriage and even with this twist in tale your life would be the same only if you knew how to write the script of the lines to a different storyline.

You may have caught me at a bad time and this poem of life may not be in time but it will be a letter I would read and write about the stories of love to you and that would be the way I would finally get to speak with you even before the dove flew away it would be either your heart or my heart and even our way or the highway that would be for us to choose but only the match of us is between me and you under the story that is mine to be written about you.