Butterfly
They flew side by side, wingtip to wingtip, In circles around the roses at the foot of my patio As the rain and thunder clouds stormed horrendously above... In a show of affection, they were still wingtip to wingtip, Dancing aimlessly in beautiful circles round the dying roses, The same roses that lay at the foot of the patio by love... Love that had been tendered through my hands, Love that my hands wished could be loved By the same love that have made butterflies to dance round my roses... But... Sign in to see full entry.