21 October 2008
A woman’s warm heart is a summer butterfly,
wings painted in so many different hues,
brilliant sky blues,
luscious, Crimean red wines,
radiant yellows lilies,
moonless nights on the Steppes,
harvest orange pumpkins,
early Spring daffodils,
each crafted by careful, angelic brush strokes.
A woman’s warm heart flies from one loved one to another,
as the summer butterfly flies flower to flower
from the ruby-red to the untainted white rose,
tending to the varied needs of husband and child,
giving to each her nectar of deep love,
for comfort, for courage, for growing to be more.
If God gave to me a summer butterfly to keep,
I would warm her with devotion and pure love,
feed and protect and honor her for all my life,
knowing that I am the most blessed among men.
Come my summer butterfly and give your love to me,
for without your love I shall surely wither away.
Baal Eyt