Before a butterfly gets free from her cocoon she goes through a painful process, just like a woman who is trapped in a suffocating love.
Selfish restriction
Gripping the heart
Unmasked emotions
How did it start?
Writhing in pain
To set herself free
Slowly in tears
To gain liberty
At last it is over!
With wings beautiful
A butterfly lover-
She's no April fool!
Being a love's April Fool is for a few moments a delightful state of mind, the thorn enters but love works as anesthetic, then, love departs and there is left pain instead.
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
I liked this--it almost reads like a long version of Haiku.
Micki Peluso
Lance
Be always safe,
Karen
Georg