when he becomes
more than just a dream,
my heart will beat
the sound of a thousand drums
my soul will ache
with the clinching of needy fists
my mind will race
towards a feminine understanding,
and butterflies will
make sense again.
their existence
somehow unbelievable,
until then.
I echo the other’s comments about the butterfly line, as well, Audrey. Beautiful poem and he will become more than a dream someday. β€β€
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So glad you enjoy this one, too, Lauren. Y’all make me feel normal. Hugs β‘
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I too love the line about the butterflies making sense again. Resonating…. A beauty, Audrey. β€οΈ
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Eventually they must, right? Thanks for being near, Betty. Hugsβ‘β‘
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I love your line about the butterflies!! Such a poetic thought, Miss A.
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Yay! Thank you, Ms. Debbie…sigh. I’m happy I sound poetic. This is kind of a favorite of mine all the sudden.
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Love this, βbutterflies making sense againβ thatβs an awesome line ππ
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Aww, I’m so glad you do. At first I questioned my mind, if I’m being honest. The butterflies seemed an odd arrival. Thank you, Charlie π
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They were perfect π
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Thanks!
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Please don’t stop believing, Audrey. He’s there. So are you.
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My belief is there, Shari. One day, maybe.
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Dare I say, ouch, Audrey? When thereβs not another around, I conjure my own beautiful butterflies.
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Hi, Eric. Lovely to see you here again. Ouch works. π However, this is less about expectation and more about waiting for the right time. Your positivity is a wonderful encouragement. I’ve watched butterflies on my own – there’s something about sharing them with another. I’m hopelessly romantic. Lol
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what more can we do
to make others
more real to us?
nice inquiry, dear sister π
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Big steps
Move us
Towards the next π
Thank you
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The magic of a butterfly can only be appreciated when shared with another.
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It is because often times they go away faster than our ability to believe they were there sometimes. It’s good to have someone beside us, Butch. π
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And then you still have to stand and wait sometimes. Life is full of my beloved irony.
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The waiting, when the payoff is devotion, will be worth it.
Am curious about the irony…
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