Monday, November 17, 2014

My Beautiful Butterfly

You are bright, and, that beautiful,
I hope you knew it,
As the summer outside,
But more lovely and more temperate,
  - as Shakespeare had penned
Centuries ago,
Even the most glorious summer morning,
Will never match yours.

If only you knew,
That, I love you,
With so much of my heart,
That none is left to protest.

I want to revel,
Into your innocence,
Your naiveté, and sweetness,
That, I have a courage,
To tell the world,
That, I love you,
My beautiful butterfly…
Putrajaya, 16 November 2014
03:18 PM