Death of the Butterflies

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So long I searched for that special someone to share my life with.
For that person to love and for whom I had so much to give.
I went through my life making wrong choices and mistakes,
bringing torment and anguish with many heartaches.

The problem it seems came from the way I was raised.
To be a good little boy and let the Lord's name be praised.
Yet no matter how often I tried to please them and their words heed,
My parents would take everything I did as a bad deed.

I learned to bury my emotions deep inside my heart,
for the pain and the suffering I wanted no part.
Thus I searched for a partner without love in mind,
but misery and grief were all I could find.

So finally I thought and decided to pray,
Please send me someone who loves me someday.
Now I know the Lord loves me and comforts me too,
But I needed that someone to share my life the day through.

And finally one day the Lord showed me the light.
He showed me that special one to make all things right.
But the one that he showed me could not be believed,
I prayed long and hard that I wouldn't be deceived.

A long year went by as our love swiftly grew,
from e-mails and messages but our hearts surely knew.
My heart was unlocked for God gave her the key,
and the love that we shared set the butterflies free.

The timing was right, I gave up everything,
to kneel at her feet and present her a ring.
She took it with joy and gave me a passionate kiss,
Butterflies went mad and we were both filled with bliss.

The merest of touches, the scent of her skin,
The warmth of her smile stirred the butterflies within.
I wanted this feeling for the rest of my life,
My one goal I knew was to make her my wife.

With the lord watching over we pledged to be true,
we opened our hearts, we both said "I DO".
Total love and commitment we promised to share,
and all of our days filled with joy, love, and care.

The butterflies filled the skies as far as you could be,
our love like a beacon for all that would see.
My soulmate forever and I hers as well,
How happy we were until the sky fell.

Though the Lord gave approval and set our hearts free,
Unfortunately her mother failed to agree.
The mistake we made was to invite her in,
and she promptly called our blessing a sin.

The Butterflies withered and fell from the sky,
killed by her hate, they started to die.
She tortured her daughter to regain control,
as I rushed to her side and I tried to console.

I promised my wife I would not interfear,
to the one most precious, loving, and dear.
She finally crumbled amidst guilt and shame,
as her mother continued to condemn and to blame.

Now my heart lies broken in pieces on the ground.
The joy and the happiness not to be found.
I look at the butterflies dead where they fell.
Why this would happen, no one would tell.

I lost a piece of my soul that day,
Her mother decided to hide it away.
When I prayed to the lord, "have faith" he said,
And I noticed a butterfly not quite dead.

I carry it with me and continue to pray,
May my soulmate come back to me soon some day.
I promised my love forever when I made her my wife,
without her by my side there is no meaning to life.

I LOVE YOU, I miss you, please continue to know,
That my love for you will continue to grow.
My hand is still out for you no matter the cost,
As I keep watch over the blessing you lost.

Your beauty, your smile, the warmth of your kiss,
the joy and the sharing I continue to miss.
God speaks through your heart and his blessing is true,
I await your return and remember, I LOVE YOU.

Te Ama Mi Esposa

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