In any given past time or past place
In every moment of any day
Your sweet love leaves a bright visible trace
Even when I tried to block it away
I love the way you make me think and feel
I love how you say and do what you do
It sounds too perfect and right to be real
But then that is the same deal with you too
My Butterfly, my love, my wonderful
My kind, my sweet, my everything and all
No one can ever be more beautiful
In my eyes, mind and heart you make me whole
I don't believe I loved anyone more
So yes my heart, we're together for sure
She walks so smooth my lovely Butterfly
Fluttering on air so gentle and sweet
Captures every sight of all passers by
But gives a smile to every man she meets
Sugary lips that utter candy words
And skillful action that is slick and smooth
Can strike your heart faster than any sword
But mend it straight with a touch that’ll sooth
No person alive with a beating heart
Can stand the magical spell she does cast
With proof the many men bewitched in chart
Stand while being tied humbled to a mast
So true my Butterfly can cast a spell
I’m willing to fall, though I know so well
Life seems like a nightmare when we’re apart
Such tormented suffering falls on me
Robbed off from sanity in mind and heart
Loud chaos disturbs my sanctuary
In her presence the same happens to me
Over dose of emotions with no end
With or without her I feel jealousy
Even with air I’m willing to contend
To have her for me alone would seem wrong
Selfishness and greed starts ravaging me
Anger starts pulling me with its song
My passion blazes immediately
And though the pain cannot be prevented
With honest love I shall be contented
Those good times wasted because of your lies
Claimed forever was our destination
Always got back when we said our goodbyes
Sweet, slick, cunning was your elevation
You left thy heart to chill in a freezer
And manipulated a certain heart
Picked on the hapless heart with chilled tweezers
Only when sure of winning do you dart
Leaving the poor and battered heart to rot
You look for different victims to whip
You tangle their souls, lock them in your hut
And sit on your throne, where Brandy you sip
But my battered heart was mended like so
In the arms of a Butterfly it grows
With a sly embrace you convinced my heart
In a sea of negligence I was lost
Lost to the world where I wanted to part
Only wanting my bliss to please you most
Gave in like my earlier contender
And mocked his intoxicated hashed mind
The consequence deafened me with thunder
And for my obedience I was fined
Later tossed off a cliff with spikes below
Greeted the intoxicated hashed mind
In dirt and spikes I seem to have wallowed
But in the darkness a Butterfly shined
It embraced my poor fortunate remains
And showed me love, pure, sweet, simple, and plain
My Butterfly, upon the Rose Bud sat
And cried her heart, out of the forlorn sky
Painful sobs attracted her loving Bat
And willed him to her with a despaired sigh
When he got there though he did not find her
So watched the crickets singing around him
Till leaves chortled and danced with the flowers
Welcoming dawn, making him feel so grim
For he and the bright Sun where enemies
But for his Butterfly he had to wait
Till he sees her, to kiss away her tears
And comforts her sweet heart at any rate
So then she came at last drenched with despair
Yet content in her heart, for her Bat’s care
The aim is to write one hundred sonnets
About my dear, beautiful, Butterfly
Not on flowers and lovely white bonnets
Or about the sun, the moon, and the skies
It will be about my magical girl
That blessed darling I care so much about
Not about an ideal heavenly world
Or about suspicion, hatred and doubt
It’s about that gorgeous lover of mine
And everything about her great big heart
Also they way that her eyes tend to shine
Not on petty entertainments like pool and darts
It is easy to set aims for one’s self
But not everyone can achieve great wealth
How many times can someone fall in love?
If I have only one heart in my chest
To what degrees can you heat up a stove?
And when do you know when it’s heated best?
I thought I was in love with you before
But I found out that I keep on falling
How many times can you strike at my core?
And manipulate me till I’m willing
How many times shall I fall at your feet?
And drown into your deep sea of passion
How many times can someone face defeat?
And then carry on like nothing happened?
I guess I can never find an answer
But I suppose I will always wonder
Thy eyes should never be drenched with wet tears
For they are the most precious jewels ever
So promise me throughout the later tears
To never cry when we are together
It is impossible to have dry eyes
And I am asking the impossible
I know that when your heart knots and then ties
Those wretched tears would be unstoppable
But when your dew caresses your smooth skin
And works it’s way to your filled rosy lips
I’d, panic and wouldn’t do anything
And just watch my heartbeats decrease and skip
I know I’m asking a lot Butterfly
But for both our sakes please don’t ever cry
That Honey of mine really cracks me up
And can lighten most of the darkest nights
Her playful nature versus my queer might
Makes me run fast after her and gallop
She often surprises me with actions
That leaves the hugest smile upon my face
And wipe off any other single trace
Of serious, stern denomination
O! Butterfly loves to play hide and seek
And play imaginary characters
Like Hermione from Harry Potter
O! How I love to kiss those rosy cheeks!
I pray for time to be everlasting
When her smile lights up and she starts playing
My Butterfly’s past time is denying
I think she practices because she’s so good
She claims that it’s not the same as lying
“Because then that would be just very rude”
Now that itself is such a denial
But I mean what am I supposed to do?
Since I can’t ever have her on trial
I utter whatever she wants me too
I’m actually smiling when I do it
So it’s not really as bad as you think
I admire her humor and great wit
Because to my heart it is forever linked
Other people need to be practicing
If they want to beat my girl’s denying
Only a Butterfly can control Truth
And cause guilt to consume every inch
Generated guilt to consume loath
Makes Heaven’s sent reeks of a filthy stench
O! How the guilt ravished my poor soul
Only to be ravished by extreme pain!
So how can the truth in the end appall
And makes deceiving in heaven so plain?
No for it has been proven at long last
No truth is in heaven, just only lies
But then why does our book then on truth cast
An important cover through vital cries?
Therefore in lies I can find happiness
And guilt will just have to be hid by bliss.
The thirteenth sonnet I write in this batch
But not of love and other happiness
And yet hot love is to my heart attached
When guilt forced my lips to part and stress
O dear Goddess of my entire world!
I know not of what can make things better
Just that in the thirteen sonnets told
Happiness is real when we’re together
Torment me not, for I have been punished
And in the name of all our loving past
Love me still lest I shall be demolished
And all the love should in Hell and Blade burst
Thirteen sonnets only make me thirst
For time to go back till the very first
Darling Butterfly just one word do tell
Doth thou love me as I love thee as well?
Or doth thou think that it will never be?
By god, by love, and by truth tell me
Don’t leave me hanging on a string so fine
Don’t torture my heart and play with my mind
One mistake, does not have to end this way
For I can sleep no longer, night or day
Not wanting to be built up and broken
But dreaming of words that will be spoken
There is no slight doubting love to thee
So untangle my heart and let me be free
Would thou ever love me? Darling say yes
For it is equal to eternal bliss.
Upon your lovely necklace pic’ I dwell
Pondering the loss that my dreams foretell
I ache within, my heart keep skipping beats
Why does your presence still beat me with heat?
And let me gag in a never ending
world, of dull miseries condescending
So I storm about and I curse myself
In a dark sea of agony I surf
Then bloody tears gush out of my dark eyes
And lightning strikes my once innocent skies
So I pant and I gasp for salvation,
which will only come in resurrection
For dear Butterfly, I’m paying the price
For gambling on an unlucky dice
She’s my mistress no more, and lover not
But still, when she speaks, my brow becomes hot
She is mine no more, but I still can’t stand
When anyone dares to touch her fair hand
I’m in her heart no more, but I still long
To be the fair melody in her song
I believe no more, but I do pray still
For a love so hot that will warm my chill
I am hers no more, but I still won’t mind
To sacrifice for her: my heart and mind
And to face any miserable harm
To be locked between her comfortable arms
I am hers no more, and vise versa too
But she’s my Butterfly, that’s always true
The undying love has been scorched at last
Now just a painful remnant of the past
Seventeen sonnets stabbed at my poor heart
Tearing up a torn wound widely apart
No more strength to reach one hundred sonnets
Lost love of beauty: beautiful bonnets
Purple ribbons, scented roses so sweet
Warm sunshine mornings and tap dancing feet
Love not to love, but love to stay unloved
And love all the times that you need to prove
Only to yourself and no body else
No worries of pleasing nor to confess
Kid not yourself, but be kind to your heart
For acting can soon grow into an art.