Kissed By A Butterfly
Author: Marion Carroll


He came into my life, unbidden, without warning.
I wasn't seeking anyone, his kindness was disarming.

I welcomed him in friendship; enjoyed his correspondance,
then gew to love his tenderness, in all it's simple brilliance.

He called himself a butterfly, his wings caressed my face,
then wrote his name across my heart. It stays there in that place.

He offered me his heart and soul, in exchange for mine.
Of course, I gave, and then received, and it was so divine.

We shared more love in those few weeks than I'd known all my life.
But he had failed to mention, he already had a wife.

One day the truth revealed itself, and I was left alone.
All my hopes, then disappeared; my heart sunk like a stone.

Where do all the dreams go, when love becomes a lie?
So many questions I have asked, and still get no reply.

They say that it's the truth that hurts, but they are so mistaken.
If I had known the truth at all, my heart would not be shaken.

I struggle to explain the loss, if none of this was real.
Why did he open up my heart, for his to stay concealed?

Tell me, was he just a dream? A phantom in my sleep?
Did I just imagine love, so I could wake and weep?

If this was just a fantasy, why do my tears leave streaks,
in the irridecent residue, his wings left on my cheeks?

And still, I cannot bring myself to feel the slightest hate.
I love him. And I always will. My heart will not abate.

I want a love just like the one, we shared within our dreams,
and know that all my waking world, is just the way it seems.

I want to be a catapiller, reaching for the sky;
sheltered in that sweet cocoon. A Madame Butterfly.


Comments on this poem/writing:

barb ( -- Thursday, June 29 2006, 04:28 am


If you found someone like that once,you will again only it'll be better he'll be free to accept your love and kindness. Good Write. I want what you had minus the wife. lol
MC ( -- Friday, June 30 2006, 04:58 am


especially for the encouragement. I hope to find real love again, someday. I hope everyone does. You will find it too, or as I prefer, it will come to us.
John Foster ( -- Saturday, July 1 2006, 08:09 am


Profount thoughts Mari.....Most know of these people, but some unfortunately are taken in for a while
MC ( -- Saturday, July 1 2006, 02:16 pm

Thanks John

Some people(like me), are "taken in", for a LONG time!! I have not been good (all my life) at recognizing immediately, when someone is being false. Writing is good therapy.
Juan ( -- Saturday, October 31 2015, 07:39 am

It's Beautiful

I have got no words to say about this poem. But it really describe my situation. However i'm glad & happy that it happened in reality not dream. Because the memories will remain forever & ever. Undestroyable..!!
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