Hovering over a buttercup quizzically
Slowly landing on it and kissing it lovingly.
Her purple wings fluttered supple
Singing a melody although muffled.
I looked at her, enchanted, enthralled
She hadn't even seen me, yet what a spell she cast.
On a canvas of purple, she bore a yellow and red mosaic
Tiny feet, petite body, delicate wings bringing awe in her wake.
Her brown eyes met mine and searched me thoroughly,
She took off and landed on my wrist swiftly.
She is as weightless as air
Her touch is soft as feather, full of care.
She looked in my eyes again, searching my soul
In a second she knew me and took my sisters role.
We felt a connection more than just physical
I was intense yet mild, easy yet difficult.
We shared love, happiness, worries and sympathy
Looking into each other's eyes trying to find infinity.
What we share is so sacred and pure
For all our wounds we are the cure.
She looked at me one last time and gently flew away
I realized later, we were to meet every day.
We, the inseparables are separated by our worlds,
Yet we connect on a deeper level as time unfurls.
We meet daily and share our laughs and cries,
She becomes human and I turn into a butterfly.
Isabella Francis's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (Butterfly by Isabella Francis )
- Pohela Boishakh [Bangla New Year], Md. Ziaul Haque
- Till We Meet Again, Arno Le Roux
- The CPI(M) District Secretary, Bijay Kant Dubey
- Being Humane!, Md. Ziaul Haque
- You Can Change The World With A Smile, Pushkar Bisht
- Lines Inscribed in a Lady's Pocket Alman.., Robert Burns
- Epitaph on the same, Robert Burns
- Place Identities., Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
- The Way We Are......, Garima Trivedi
- Living A Gift....., Garima Trivedi
Poem of the Day
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(27 October 1914 – 9 November 1953)
(13 September 1916 – 23 November 1990)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827)
- Heather Burns
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)