I’ve always described love as a butterfly. It flutters in; you pause, hesitant, where it will land? if it lands at all. If you’re lucky it settles a short distance from you. If this happens, your astonishment is followed by an up lift of well being. Nervously you tip toe towards it, initially to observe it, to marvel at its beauty and instinctively for some innate urge, you want to touch it.
As you close in………….it flutters away.
2 comments:
Hi Auntie, your blog is an inspiration. I have a blog of my own. I really like this entry. Keep it up I will be reading.xx Kim
Hi Kim,
Thank you! I find writing thereapuetic as it helps to unleash trapped thoughts. Do send me your blog link, I’d like very much to read it.
Big kiss
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