I met her half way
She came down barely dressed
In a short sleeve shirt
Flaring, ready to flirt.
What do I know? What Can I do?
When my heart becomes a butterfly
My new wings expand and flutter
Faster than a hot stove melting butter.
She did her Cleopatra dance
Shedding her colorful veils
Each undressing my eyes
By focusing her skies.
Showed me the moon hugging the Sun
Tempered love emits no flames
A lesson to be told
True love, behold!
Shades from the oasis
Cool water ponds
What true love should be
Focused glee and free
I shed my closed nature
From years of dormant flares
I became the pleasant morning cool
Embracing love's golden rule.
Copyright Leaking Pen 2011
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