The Painted tale in motion
‘I surrender to my philosophy on love
whose graceful soul will never bring me peace’
like a butterfly it spreads its wings over my heart,
settling for a moment, only to leave its mark.
Its beauty captures my breath,
bringing silence to all in sight.
Alas, loves sweet kiss finally falls to rest,
buried amongst the bed sheets
of yesterday’s warm embrace.
but it never lasts,
vanishing beneath the fading light.
When morning comes he is gone and all is lost.
My butterfly gone. Leaving me with nothing
but a painted tale of love.’