You hover over my mind like a brilliant butterfly!
I can not hear your voice but I can see you
I can see the imprint on your soul with these pixels of light dancing to your bidding.
Oh, how I wish I could draw the right flower,
with lucious colours and soft petals to entice you to rest upon my heart
and dance the beat as it plays out these mindless
concotions of creative fluttering and stuttered verse.
But I am of ink.
Ink is only a memory of shades when only one colour
this limiting garden of exhillaration and respite
is all I will have of you and where I call to rest my soul
as you hover like a brilliant butterfly ever moving
while I try in vain to trace your wing tips
in some tangible form so that I may feel it,
perchance to lay it on my heart like a silken touch
and believe for one moment through the stroke of a pen
we exist in the same instant trancended
wrapped in your guilded sheaths through my roughly torn out inkscrawls
delineating your beautiful wings.
Very nice. Beautiful. ..
Very nice. Beautiful.
..
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you.
Thank you.
Awesome! L-L-L-L-L-OVED THIS!
Awesome! L-L-L-L-L-OVED THIS! Beautiful inkstain.
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Thank you kindly, it needs
Thank you kindly, it needs work, this I aknowledge. And am humbled by your praise thank you again
Nifty Butterfly
It flittered throughout the write and it made me happy - pen on! ~A~
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Wouldnt anyone just love to
Wouldnt anyone just love to write you happy? I am completely thrilled I have had the opportunity dear Lady A. Many thanks for your acknowledgement