1 Love poem
My butterfly life, never settling with the flower of a wife,
I wonder if I am capable of true love or if I am cursed to wonder.
How my arms ache to hold, how my lips burn to kiss
But, I do not want a butterfly wife.
I don’t want a pretty little miss who doesn’t mind who she kisses,
I am a man who needs a real wife.
I am a man with a butterfly life. I am not a gypsy,
nor travelling salesman who sells potions and lotions from door to door.
I do not hunt for a wife only long for a love.
I don’t just want some other cute young tipsy,
nor a woman who has a tendency to mother.
I don’t want women who constantly smother or call you guilty.
Oh my butterfly life I need an anchor.
Life so fleeting, that it is constantly moving and never settles too long.
I have been through so many changes and have had so many stages.
Some say I am pretty, and for my flesh hanker.
Say that I am infamous, that I’m famous, because I own many pages.
Oh, but, I am also lonely, and desire only her.