All That is in Me

You are my black butterfly, While sitting under this tree in the park, The piercing sun making me wet with inspiration. I began to write about these feelings As I watched a beautiful black shiny butterfly Sit on my uncovered leg. It acted as if I were a beautiful rose. Could it know what my name means ? It rested as I kept still. It gently caressed my leg, while Walking like fingers from my knee to my thigh. Slowly, I reached out to catch it and it flew away As I was leaving the park, I saw that the butterfly began to follow me, Soon he rested on my shoulder till I reached my destiny. This black butterfly came back to Get to know his beautiful rose.