Butterflies

If it’s a can of worms, then

let them turn into butterflies.

If this life is lethal, then

let me live before I die.

 

Such precious passion,

scorching intensity,

playing with fire

and burning within.

 

No one is perfect, and in all

his imperfections and flaws,

he brings me life

gripping with the claws

of love and desire.

 

He is stubborn, but knows

commitment; often absent,

but when he holds me tight

against his artist heart,

he is

inspiration

talent

discipline

creativity

ambition

affection

wit

desire

strength

independence.

 

No one is perfect,

but sweet dreams are made of this

and I want to be my best

to share his best.

 

Like the pharmakon, love is not

entire without its share of darkness.

In order to find peace,

one must learn forgiveness.

 

A can of worms, let it be;

I’ll take good care of it

until the butterflies fly free.

butterflies


Copyright © 2017 Sandrine Spycher. All rights reserved.

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