Why I don't write poetry

By wintertale

Love is like a butterfly

Love is like a butterfly
As soft and gentle as a sigh
The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings
Love makes your heart feel strange inside
It flutters like soft wings in flight
Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing


Today we visited the Harry P. Leu Gardens. At night we joined in the Jazz 'n Blues Stroll (I LOVE jazz). All the was missing to make the evening perfect was the glass of wine and a cigarette tub of Pringles.
Dr Otto Gomez was groovin' in the park :-)

Tomorrow - Mr W and I play golf. Loser buys lunch. He better remember his wallet - LOL !!!!

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