My Love, My Butterfly Poem by Phillip Alan Green

At first my love, begins so small,
Slow at pace, with beating heart,
With sustenance, like love will grow,
Waiting for it's life to start.

Then one day on summer breeze,
When morning dew does disappear,
The chrysalis, the resting stage,
Farewell to former life, no fear.

And through the change it must go through,
It does not know what it will become,
It lies intact, in dormant state,
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run.

Constantly changing, the sun beats on,
Life passes by with utmost haste,
Until the time it must move on,
And when it's time, it changes state.

So fragile it emerges weakened,
Sun beats on with power of light,
And upon the whisper of a breeze,
It finds the strength to take to flight.

You are the butterfly my love,
For you hold my heart in which to fly,
Without the change through chrysalis,
There would be no butterflies.

So please hold on, my love, my life,
And walk with smile and head held high,
I'll see you on the other side,
When you alight on me, my butterfly.