The butterfly of fragile wings
Flies between thorns
With such graceful turns,
As when it is caressed
By the sweet aroma
Of a myriad of flowers.

I'm a boy made out of wood
And with you I know I could
Be painted better than I am now
To befriend an artist like you somehow
My hair and shoes are made of clay
Molded carelessly, messy, you'd say
Fix me, bend me, make me new
But please don't make me into you
Someone made me, someone great
But made of wood, I know my fate
Will be met in a fire, so easy to catch
For I know I'll fall in love with a match.

Our Walk on the Beach.

The whispers of the ocean, Play among our toes
As the water grows colder and the time only tolls
Emerge to the sand, Warm grain of your hand
Caressed softly into mine, Digits of ours intertwine

Tide whirring in, Surrounding our souls in froth
You lit up my life like I was a moth
Drawn to the light like a candle in the dark
Retreat to our home now, As the sun sets stark

Our minds the wither of winter
Our Souls the bonfire of June
Hearts raging on like the piper
Who keeps on forever playing our tune

so effulgent*
the daffodils of brightest shade
so effulgent
bold trumpets e'er magnificent
they grew along the esplanade
showing a splendid tonal grade
*so effulgent

magenta splashes
colored the dawning sky
with their sign of rain