Hovering over a buttercup quizzically <br />Slowly landing on it and kissing it lovingly. <br /> <br />Her purple wings fluttered supple <br />Singing a melody although muffled. <br /> <br />I looked at her, enchanted, enthralled <br />She hadn't even seen me, yet what a spell she cast. <br /> <br />On a canvas of purple, she bore a yellow and red mosaic <br />Tiny feet, petite body, delicate wings bringing awe in her wake. <br /> <br />Her brown eyes met mine and searched me thoroughly, <br />She took off and landed on my wrist swiftly. <br /> <br />She is as weightless as air <br />Her touch is soft as feather, full of care. <br /> <br />She looked in my eyes again, searching my soul <br />In a second she knew me and took my sisters role. <br /> <br />We felt a connection more than just physical <br />I was intense yet mild, easy yet difficult. <br /> <br />We shared love, happiness, worries and sympathy <br />Looking into each other's eyes trying to find infinity. <br /> <br />What we share is so sacred and pure <br />For all our wounds we are the cure. <br /> <br />She looked at me one last time and gently flew away <br />I realized later, we were to meet every day. <br /> <br />We, the inseparables are separated by our worlds, <br />Yet we connect on a deeper level as time unfurls. <br /> <br />We meet daily and share our laughs and cries, <br />She becomes human and I turn into a butterfly.<br /><br />Isabella Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-158/
