Butterflies are always unexpected.
But does it matter?
Butterflies, the love the hate;
Butterflies, the excruciating pain.
Butterflies the colorful rain
Of feelings floating in the air.
Butterflies sometimes unfair,
Seldom the going to heaven stair.
When they attack two pairs of eyes that meet,
Beautiful butterflies two worlds they lit.
Butterflies the eternity with end.
B. Meza (c)March 2015