Butterflies

Today I sit and ponder
if I should risk again
the opening of my heart to love,
to let another in.
Though in the early stages
of this relationship, my dear,
there's reason for that doubt again,
there's reason for that fear.
For there's signals that come to all of us
that tell us when it's right
to risk again the broken heart,
to risk the sleepless night.
Such signals are the Butterflies
that I feel inside of me
when I think of what's transpired
in the time you've spent with me,
The times we've shared together,
that I've hated so to end,
and the vision you present to me
has this heart a flutter again.
The Butterflies are flying
and the doors are open wide
to a heart that longs for romance
and to let someone inside.

Beautiful heartfelt

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwe..your just saying that. really..thank you...

Ah- to come out of our cocoons...

Excellent Evan....well written and it really flows well. Kudos.

Without taking risks in life we might never find true happiness..very lovely evan

i know just how this feels evan...it's a scary thing.

yes it is, and a road far too well traveled...but...here we go again....

And thankx evertone

Thought I would add this to Blonderockermom and others

Kahlil Gibran on Joy and sorrow:



On Joy and Sorrow
Kahlil Gibran

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.

Some of you say, "Joy is greater thar sorrow," and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater."
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits, alone with you at your board, remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.

Kahlil Gibran...one of my favorite poets/philosophers from his collection called: The Prophet, Note..this material is freely distributed throughout the net.

so very beautiful

Thank you LA....

Hope you enjoyed Gibran also

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i did,, as I have re-read it,,, once again,,,