morphs like a butterfly.
....morphs,
from a catipillar to a magnificent winged creature,
....but Love,
....my love,
won't ever unmorph... for you.
It will always morph towards,
getting more beautiful,
and beautiful,
untill there's nothing left,
because when there's nothing left,
that means that butterfly and all its beauty has gone to heaven.
one day Love,
...one day,
I hope we'll be those butterflies,
.....strange...wild....together....free. <3
Copyright December 2011 Sossina J Chirhart
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