She ‘s the perfect butterfly
You should see her when she takes to the sparkling sky
Nothing holds her back
I’ve seen the whole world try
but candid flowers can not lie
They die for her rapturous touch
A bush of believing wind
. . . pollen from a spin in flutter
. . . wings as soft as grandma’s left out butter
I melt as warm as sunsets
. . . wander through thoughts like a children’s moon
Maybe a spoon of stainless sugar will bring me back
like a poem relaxing near a picket fence
. . . making sense of it all
They die for her rapturous touch
She’s the perfect butterfly
You should see her when she takes to the sparkling sky
Nothing holds her back
Maybe it’s just my swaying imagination
running away with me
. . . cleverly telling me something I should already know
“ Only fools fall in love”
and there “The wise dare not go”
Words can paint a pretty picture
but heartbreak can melt the snow
Show me the yellow daisies in bloom
Play me a russet tune that croons of life
Let powdered memories forget what is soon to come
She’s the perfect butterfly
Candid flowers will not lie
You should see her take to the sparkling sky
Nothing holds her back
I’ve seen the whole world try
They die for her rapturous touch