His Butterfly
by cricketjeff on July 17, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
[a pretty butterfly woman found via google images at http://
jantux.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/butterfly_woman-1024×768.jpg]
She fluttered into view without a care
A beauty with an easy natured air
Unfolding on the beach she turned his eyes
A smile and he had lost his single life
But one who always won the greatest prize
Was happy to have found a trophy wife
A perfect gift might not be as it seems
Be careful when you count up all your dreams
He bought her all the best a man can buy
A gift a day to see that perfect smile
But pretty butterflies are born to fly
Be glad you can enjoy them for a while
The time had come for wandering elsewhere
She left him to his heartache and despair
Author notes
A butterfly sonnet, I hope [Posts%20by%20cricketjeff%202_files/happy.gif]
I have used a reversed Shakespearean sixain for the top wing a couplet for the
body and a Shakespearean sixain (Venus and Adonis stanza) for the bottom wing.
English