Nice thread, Dolly, your butterflies are lovely.
In her confidence
A smile that melts thoughts away
With glittering eyes like stars in the night
and her flirting pose makes this heart race
and she knows, yes she knows I cannot take flight
In her kindness
Always a little for one that has less
With open hands offered to a friend in need
and her concerns become my concerns
and she knows, yes she knows I will follow her lead
In her humor
A laugh that could drown tears of the sad
With quickness of mind and rye is her smile
and she whispers when she gets me alone
She will play with me, she will play with me for a while
because she is she
Who is the butterfly she asks me
With finger tips on her cheek, I replied ''it's you''
and her eyes light up like a child again
no she replied, oh no she replied ''it's you''
