*Love Happens*, by HR
She got up every morning to see him. She looked out with a sigh, behind a curtain, so he couldn't see her face. She counted the minutes, waiting to see him pass, like...
Whenever there are butterflies
flying inside or outside of you
you will see life in rose-colored glasses,
you will want to LIVE.
LIVE with capital letters, with fullness,
every instant, every moment,
leaving a mark on the crowd,
like a butterfly in motion.
Flapping its wings freely,
loving in every flight,
a feeling of well-being
that feels good inside.