The Butterfly

As love falls down from the sky,
It lands on the wings of a butterfly.
The butterfly sings it's songs and rhymes,
And flies through the air, No concept of time.
It is the messenger of patience and change,
From flower to flower, it's odd and it's strange.
The butterfly can transform it's world.
And give way to new beginnings, unfurled,
It is the keeper of transformation,
And flies on faith and imagination.
The butterfly as no fear of change,
It bravely escapes it's homemade cage.
To change, it knows is necessary,
For all the burdens we need not carry.
The butterfly soars, and merrily sings,
For, without change, it could never grow wings.

by Heather Reneé Adamkiewicz

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I met this guy who sent me this poem because I was in a bad relationship and I got out of it. I love butterflies because they are so beautiful, delicate, and free. But after reading this poem and that he took the time to send it to me, a butterfly has significance to me now.And I believe I am falling in love with this man. Fantastic poem!
Thank you so much for this beautiful poem. It was just what I needed to read today!