I confess my very first love
was the one that gave me butterflies
the one, that made me
swing my arms around
in eternal hope
never to let go
hands, I wanted to hold
twenty-four-seven
and my smile?
it just wouldn’t let me rest
not even as I slept
in sweet slumberbash
alas
it simply wasn't to be
and no matter of all the in-betweens
nothing could have saved our love
i'm not regretful
actually i’m most grateful
because love is…
profound pain
immense happiness
instability
loyalty
deceit
and sometimes jealousy
hell, even death
but I wouldn’t want it any other way
because my darling
butterflies are rare.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2024 05:15
- Category: Love
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Comments9
Indeed they are, Teddy! Their metamorphosis is AMAZING, like the song, Teddy Swims sings & your picture is simple awesome.
I can relate to this piece. Thank u🙏🏾😉
Thank you I went to read one of yours but no comments allowed. Still very kind of you to come over to mine. Take care 💞
Titles have to hit me! Yours did.
Thanks 4 sharing. Will post a new piece soon.
U may comment then 👍🏾😉💐
A brilliant poem, just brilliant. The way it builds and builds to the last lines. Just fantastic.
Awe so very beautiful this review I'm simply blushing Mr Tom C Dylan. Hey my romantic muse is very rarely seen you know? Yeh I'm more of a gloomsday writer 😆 thank you so much 🌹
I enjoyed every single word, but as I reached the concluding line, I couldn't help but smile .. because I know for a fact that both butterflies and love are elusive & fragile and beautiful .. and .. ❤️
Yeh it's the butterflies within dear Nev isn't it and the ones floating around too true my dear friend. Thank you 🦋
Rare as is this love Teddy. Personally, I just love when your Muse of love comes out with a wet quill. Beautifully penned dear poetess. 🦋👍
Wow A.P what an amazing thing to say. Thank you dear friend straight to my poetic heart ❤️
Some friendships live forever
And then some slowly die
Still others are not friendships at all
But rare is the friendship between you and I 🫂
Upstairs somewhere you said you were a 'doomsday writer', Teddy, I thought 'oh come on...' My sense of humour must have momentarily left me.... Apologies...
A deeply romantic write.....
The gloomsday poet lol I am sometimes. I can feel your humour dear Dave glad to have you here, I'm a big bundle of fuzzy love today. 💜
Not only rare but beautiful in color as they drop and raise. I find their different colors solace for the soul from the reads and yellows, whites and iridescent blues to ones that seem to try to communicate with numbers on their wings. A beautiful metaphor and poem.
Thank you dearest sorenbarret so very humbled when you leave your beautiful words. 🦋
Satisfying read.
Dear Alan R Thank you so much 🌹
Truly beautiful. You nailed it.
Thank you so much dear Thomas ❤️
Wonderful emotive words Teddy, may those butterflies come back to you.
Andy
Sure Andy thank you. 🌹
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