Like a stain in the brain

How could I forget 

the feeling like kneeling 

down on the grass

to study a butterfly or a fine leaf

even though its so brief 

when they flutter away

their colours remain 

like a stain in the brain

and our feelings flow free

the wing beats of colour re echo about

in the belfry of sounds so soft

so loving and true not purple or blue

like sunshine in sunbeams

awaking our dreams

this life is so wondrous

so magic 

it seems to be real

the feel of your heart beats 

is close to me now

when I see the butterfly 

stopped on your brow

to caress your fine face

for me now full of grace

showing my love is forever

no never

will I tire of your eyes

I perspire at their sight 

in the light

of your room

you stir in my womb

on the loom of life's boon

now I swoon.