Butterfly
Collectors.
Half
the time,
as
I sit and wonder why,
I
am thinking
of
a dream I've never had.
Days
go by
and
I see you come alive,
I
am thinking
could
the glow be of my hope?
Souls
of the gentle combined,
loves
to be known in beauty.
Emancipating
our spirits we bow,
to
the wondrousness of life.
Cared
for by the power of how,
one
beautiful thing changes,
and
another more beautiful
comes
colourfully into existence.
Once
a time,
surrendered
to the changing light,
I
am thinking
of
the dream before thine eyes.
Come
as one,
for
a place to call our own,
I
am thinking
did
you know how glad I've sung?
Forever
have the yearnings bore,
fulfilled
in only this moment.
Butterflies
have stirred deep within,
creating
a whirlwind of desire.
To
be taken so fondly inside,
on
the bosom of beating heart.
Coldness
of the empty place beside,
thrust
out in the heat of change.
Say
you're mine,
for
I may yet beat a drum,
I
am thinking
of
the place you cannot come.
You
and I,
bear
the colours of a true kind,
I
am thinking
of
a way that you'd be mine....
Like
destiny's role now fulfilled,
the
butterfly collectors have come.
To
take up the precious beauty,
and
bind it upon weary souls.
Lovers
to become forever friends,
time
healing, letting love make amends.
Shoulder
to shoulder living as one,
something
of love, we can depend on...
For
my beautiful friend!
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