Like a bright, colorful butterfly,
no one is as beautiful as you.
Once again he was young and in love
and heady from her perfume.
In her lovely face he gazed,
and there like green emeralds –
he saw her eyes glitter and shine.
With her by his side,
the dark clouds all rolled away,
where he thought there were no more words to say,
she filled his heart and soul with poetry.
As the purple twilight came,
eagerly he waited,
listening for her special song,
that she would whisper in his ear.
As divine inspiration came,
along with it golden memories,
and when the words stopped flowing,
in the corner of his eye there was always a tear.
Her rainbow arched over his sorrow,
carrying all the colors in her hands
and he followed behind her –
knowing she’d inspire and take him to a better land.
The poet wasn’t sure,
if it was a dream or reality,
but he was so mesmerized,
when his muse sang and whispered in his ear.
His hands begin to tremble,
he was afraid to reach out to her,
for perhaps like a wonderful dream –
like a butterfly that’s here and gone she would fly.
That is why in his poetic thoughts,
there is a touch of sorrow,
because he’s not her master, only a humble poet –
standing before her and loving his muse.