twas spring meeting night, <br />whilst silences dead air. <br />where moon shone no brighter keep <br />as fair a wind found candles burning-fury laying it to rest. <br />Mornings fair glances met daydreaming of you, <br />as fresh air to my soul. <br />Amidst soul warming sunshine <br />and breakfast in my belly. <br />Flower seeds aroma surrounding the two of us- <br />I held your hands in the garden- <br />forever looking into your eyes. <br />twas you then who garden my hands with all of your care <br />My sweetest butterfly of whom I never seize to dream. <br />Till thus day departs my claim <br />and night reclaims sleep onto my eyes. <br />twas light breezes solace dreaming of you again. <br />and not the once my heart does ever stop- <br />to dream of you again.<br /><br />Gengis Capote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-sweetest-butterfly/
