A little piece inside me
sits in a patient yet frantic flutter.
A symmetrical beauty meant just for you
waiting to flit and float its fancy wings to find love.
One day it will rest contently
in a jar that you'll set upon your shelf
and it's fragile wings and bright hues
will continue to glow fluorescently
with the fondness and comfort
of it's surroundings.
I want to be your butterfly.