THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

I like to explain that this butterfly came in the house and it was released after the picture was taken.

photo taken by LaMore.

From the heart

She is the best invention, the eternal embrace

The warmth in my winter, the splendor of dawn.

She is the kiss of a flower.

I painted her smile, that’s what she said,

She erases my anxieties, that’s what I said.

The journey is endless, the danger awaits its prey
And I pray for her day after day.

My heart is the tomb where I keep her relics

the song of angels so sweet to my ears.
I washed her mistakes with my tears,

and healed her wounds with my love.

Lazily time passes as I embroider the lace

that will adorn her wedding dress.

The unborn Grandchildren play in the patio

while grandmother sings "The tale of the frog".

Flowers from my garden don’t tell her that I cry,

tell her about the white butterfly that comes in the morning,

and about the hummingbird that drink from your juices.

Blessed is the night when I dream of myself

crossing the bridge of her eyebrows,

to see a bright smile swinging in the arc of her lips.

LaMore.