Butterflies fluttering round and round
The sun is rising my heart pounds
I hear your voice
It's time to fly, I have no choice
to meet my love
with style and poise
I have to trust this big ole bird
a safe journey is what i pray
she'll carry me through the clouds,
I race on eagles wings, I hear your words
whispering to me
It's crazy , I know, but what can I say
my body rages with anticipation
no consequences, just long conversations
and music swayin
Butterflies quiver deep inside
my soul is open wide
I arrive at dusk as the sun sets in
my pulse quickens as I hear you again
I see you there with open arms
to you I run, oh what happines you bring
Butterflies flutter round and round
A sweet haven I have found

This is for you K...Hope you like it...

WOW THAT IS AWESOME

OMG, you have brought tears to my eyes
and made me speechless for a moment
which is very hard to do.lol
I not only like it I LOVE IT.
I can say its the first time I have
every had a poem wrote for me.
I'm totally flattered beyond any
words that I can express. I will
print it and cherish it for the rest
of my life. Thank You from the bottom
of my heart you are a very special
FRIEND!

aw "Txs",,,you speechless??? nice poem S.C.G.!!! good job!

Hummm, yeah believe it or not it can happen
for there are not many people that can impress
me with there words as sweetcountrygirl can
But... guess that is what you call a true

FRIEND!

That poem was the greatest!
You really are a great writer.

I agree TxGirl...but are you sure its your poem... it sounds a little to
sweet to write to another girl...??????

Ontario do you have any ideal what she is even talking about
hummm tell me big boy since you seem to know poem analaze this one for
me.

T-Girl... What are you asking me...?

Plan english tell me what this poem is actually about what is she
talking about? In the poem.

Don,t you know...?

Ontario I know excatly what the poem is about
and did not have to ask her I'm asking you
do you know? Can you really tell me what she is
talking about?

Regardless of what it is about to you, or me the point is you enjoyed it
and so did I...enjoy your trip.

Lmao so you don't know?

Why are you being so persistent?

Never mind I got my answer forget it Ontario.
Another day.

Good...you were beginning to worry me.

Play nice now...

Agreed!...a poem is not to be picked apart,,,but to be enjoied for how
it stands,and what it does to your hearts...M.