A Collection of Poems and Writings of a Madwoman

Kiss from a Butterfly

In whispers soft, a fluttering sight,
A butterfly kiss, so gentle, so light.
It hovers near, then softly lands,
As if guided by unseen hands.
Its wings, like lace, move slow, serene,
A quiet gesture, tender and keen.
The touch so light it seems unreal,
A fleeting brush we barely feel.

It dances on the breeze with grace,
A tender breath upon the face.
Its journey brief, its meaning vast,
A moment treasured, though it won't last.
With fragile wings, it dares to stay,
Defying time that pulls away.
A delicate caress, an unspoken vow,
A timeless gift that lingers now.

In the hush of night, love takes its flight,
As lips meet softly beneath moonlight.
The kiss, a whisper of hearts entwined,
A love so gentle, yet unconfined.
It speaks without words, a language unique,
A story of care, so quiet, so meek.
A butterfly kiss, an art so rare,
A touch of forever, suspended there.

So let it linger, this fragile bliss,
The endless magic of a butterfly kiss.
For in its tender, fleeting touch,
We find a love that gives so much.
It teaches us, in moments slight,
That even the smallest joys feel right.
A touch of grace, a bond so true,
A love that's pure, forever new.