This paragon of beauty
Has no need of such shackles.
His articulate tongue should be as free as the sky.
In the bleak months,
A beautiful union of butterflies
Created a new combined force.
A chrysalis of love develops
Under a melting rainbow
Of cappuccino, cream and Capsicum
Explosive and moist
In the morning dew.
The union is tainted
By shadows of an untold propaganda.
It is as delicate as paper thin glass.
Where ravens fly in circles,
The butterflies fear their path,
Yet remaining steadfast
And true to their intentions,
They escape harm
And settle upon lush green leaves
In the eternal garden.