I desire with all my heart to reach out to you and share a touch.
Any sudden movement though might constrict your freedom or scare you off.
I think then maybe I'll just sit here quietly.
And as I sit, I'll wait with patience while I lavish you with even more space to enjoy your freedom.
What's this? As I'm sitting here, I can feel myself beginning to understand the ways of embracing life with the same spirit you do, taking all just as you find it.
So now, I begin to pray that I be lucky, and soon you'll come and sit by me, and softly touch my being as well as my soul.
Together we can discover how sweet and sensuous this slightest touch of love can be.
Oh my butterfly, I can feel this love for you flowing and growing throughout my total essence.
I know you have a power over me, yet I have no need to stop this loving feeling.
I freely give you permission to direct our dance of love together, and I will follow your lead.
Just as you are a free spirit, you in turn can sense my need to be one as well.
Mutually, we now begin to give each other space for freedom to thrive, and love to grow.
And as we sit quietly together, you whisper your vow to let me fly free, and I in turn echo mine back to you in a whisper as well.
Then a miracle takes place before our eyes.
I become transformed.
As my transformation unfolds, my composition of flesh disintegrates, and my essence fans open into a beautiful, free butterfly with outspread wings.
How strong be love to cause such a metamorphous?
Was I a butterfly at heart all along?
Does like truly generate like?
Did I see in you what was all along in me?
How sweet be love!
You set my heart free with your gift of an honest love for me.
Now I have learned how, and can return the same to you.
How sweet be love!
