The moment I saw him I knew he was for me but that it
probably would end in tragedy. Of course, I was right
but I couldn’t resist him, try as I might. He was a
butterfly, a will-o’-the-wisp, when he kissed,
wow, you knew you had been kissed.
One look in his eyes, one touch
of his arm, and I fell under
the hypnotic spell of……………….
his magnetic charm……………….
That fleeting moment I knew.
Our relationship grew through life’s
troubles. I had never intended to keep
him in shackles, I wanted him to feel free
but in one rash moment he asked to marry me.
I knew it was meant so we gave it a try. Five years
later alone again was I. It is impossible to cage a butterfly.