Tuesday, October 26, 2010

THE PRINCE AND THE BUTTERFLY


Three years ago I met a Prince
4 hours from where I live
By plane, that's where he lives

The first Prince I met in person
The most dashing one
A real Prince standing in the midst

Three years ago he became my friend
A very special friend
The most humble, kind and sweet

Funny and thoughtful he is
He makes my every day happy
Like my favorite ice cream on a warm sunny day

His humor is like candy
Sweet and colorful
His laugh is what I crave to hear

He is more than a true friend
He sings and I am comforted
He speaks and I listen

Three years ago, I woke up and I know
My heart beats for this Prince
And I will cross the boundaries for him

More than the rainbow, more than the sun
More than the dolphins and the ocean I love
More than the flowers, he is dearest to me.

He is not a perfect Prince
He is stubborn and often guilty
A pain in the head

Yet, when he looks at me
He knows, I care for him
and loves him for who he is

And when I look at him
I know, more than words
I am loved and he cares

The love crossed the bridges
up the mountains
down the seas

I listened to his dreams
I cried when he is in pain
I stood by him faithfully

I cheer him up when he is sad
He pulls me up when I am down
With him, the sun is always rising

Sitting on the green grass
A coffee in hand
Enjoying the Autumn wind

But sunset came
The blue turns to crimson
And he has to go

He looked back
And I know this Prince
is not meant to be with me

A tear fell, one after the other
Goodbye is not forever
From a far, I blew him a kiss

A butterfly is what I am
My wings are small but I can fly
I can reach my dreams

He lives in my memory
Just like I live in his memory
He will not forget, I know

Meeting him is not an accident
A wish that came true
A rare gift from Heaven

When dawn comes
I will fly to him once more
To say "You are still my Prince"



Photo by: Jolla106



1 comment:

Happy Loner Traveller said...

one of the best I've read so far... I was so touched by your story and the purity of it... :-)

A Quarantine pass is more precious than gold (a continuation to my first morning of pandemic life)

After my nap, my mom asked me to accompany  her to the grocery store to again find some alcohol, canned goods and frozen food to help us ...