The Butterflies Touch my Soul

If the butterflies could talk

If the butterflies could talk

The butterflies wings

Hearing a sound makes me think

What do they whisper about?

Is it love or dreams?

In the slumber of the moonlight.

The butterflies with voices

If the butterflies could talk

They would leave a tattoo on my heart

And say I love the way I dream about you

And even though love was not enough

At least I know that you can catch me if you can

With your wings of a butterfly dream.

The tattoo of my rose covered wings

The tattoo of my rose covers my wings

And makes me want to fly to you

But knowing that I love you

Is more than I write as raindrops of my roses on my butterfly.

More than a moon to me

You are more than a face of the moon

You are the only star I am connected to

And the only one of you that I can love of you.

Captivated by the moon

You captivated me like the moon

Up and down like a rollercoaster

I'll ride until the end with you

Keeping up the contacts

Like you are on my speed dial

Even though I deleted

The number you are still

My one and wonder.

The stars reminded me of you

The only stars that remind me of

Earth are the memories

That made me come as

A star of my dreams first.

If only the mirror of me had a voice

If only the mirror

Could talk

And you see me through the reflection

Where not only the walls can talk

But the mirror of me can talk without any words needing to be spoken.

The butterflies piano

If only the butterflies

Could write music

With the rose petals of a song

That sparks a beat

But is a beautiful story of romance

And dreams.

The other half of me was a damaged rose

The heart was a rose

But was damaged as a flower

And with one spark

The rose petals

Are the art of love

But also the romance

Inside of the thorns of a rose

That is a beating heart of a BloodyRose.

It was Friday the 13th

Treated like an anniversary

From the first day we met

To first day we left

And now goodbye

Has lasted more than a month

And now two years have continued

And the calendar is marked with the dates

One was your birthday

And another one of the day we left

And said goodbye from us.

The rose petal butterflies

The rose petals are weakness

But the flowers of the stems

Are my strength

And writing in a journal

Each piece of information

Comes from loving the roses

Even though they come with thorns.

The galaxy of music

The galaxy became my music

Just like the petals of the roses

Became the star of my universe

And moonlight of the galaxy.

Our love made waves of paint

The kiss was scattered all over our bodies

Like paint colors from a paint brush

To create a sculpture with our arms

And our love to make the passion

And then our arms made waves

And our kisses made colors

But the passion made the masterpiece.

The galaxy rose

The heart of the rose

Was my galaxy and the stars

Were a million miles above me

And with one look you were made into the world of the moon of me.

The flowers of silence

The flowers keep my silence hush

But the roses carry the love

That is in the story I write about

From the beginning of the bloom

To the very last petal of you and the BlueMoon.

Touched by rose petals

Touched with the petals

Called me a rose

Left me with silence

Only put on the music

Started to dance

And grabbed by hands with grace

And read my mind

Almost like he found my sweet spot

Of my dreams.

The lightning of love

The two loves

Fell in love with moonlight

And got caught up in the storm

Where they were both struck by the lightning of love.