Dear butterfly lovers,

Love, the overwhelming feeling wins over hearts
and painted are butterflied smiles
as cheerful are the amorous songs and tunes,
all echoing great is love.
As titillating love evolves through time,
to another pivot are gyrations and swirling tangos
and wind whistles dust to the eyes.

As swept are the bright colours
and surrounding are greyish dark spots as leftovers,
visible is a fainted dull moth,
sulking evanescent reality from love
and low pitched does it confess its blankness through darkness.

“I have seen lovers catching butterflies on sunny days
as hidden was my shadow on a roughcast brick.
I have seen lovers floating in society and sunk love in houses.
How homes became mere houses,
secrets from wizards were puked by black...