BUTTERFLY

No longer a protagonist in my own life;

   All I have; now your treasured possessions.☺️

No longer the writer of my own story;

You remain my awe;

The anchor to my soul.

The map of your  imaginations, my love outgrows.

I adore you beyond the reach of language;

This feels like therapy.

A soft collision of velvet wings.

I remain your white daffodil; eternally to lure you to warmth.

Remain in the deepest part of my venter☺️

Every recollection of you feels my venter with a tingly feeling;

 Feels like a thousand of butterflies 🥺

~Panda🧿