THE NIGHT IS MY HAVEN, MY SANCTUARY; IT CRADLES MY MUSE, MY VIGOR, MY SANGUINITY.
WHEN THEE AFTER DUSK COMETH LOOKING FOR ME, I REFLECT UPON THEE THAT'D COMETH ONTO ME.

The Fellowship

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Butterfly

Baptized she was...
with the innocence of a butterfly,
wrapped she is...
with the air of pulchritude,
and all beauty...
genuflects in servile obedience...

I admire her.
I miss her.

7 comments:

i 7 said...

wats da butterfly's name ;)

M (tread softly upon) said...

beautiful. she's lucky :)

Perspective Inc said...

aww, thts so sweet..

second_wind said...

awwww...beeyootiful

Seashells said...

@ i7
naam mein kya rakha hai ?

@ m(tsu)
I wonder if she'd agree. !!! :)

@ perspective inc
Couldn't be any less sweet... :D

@ second_wind
thunkooooo . :-)

fallenangel said...
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Seashells said...

Your comment has to be the best thing i read in a long long time.
o ,odd upi ... o fp ...