Butterflies and Hurricanes

When love comes to you, it comes as quietly
As a little butterfly that perches itself on the tip of your nose.
You freeze. You don’t want to spook it out.
You don’t want to scare it. You don’t want it to to fly away, now do you?
So you sit there, enchanted, stupefied, grinning like an idiot.
Your eyes focused on this beautiful living being fluttering, sashaying,
This wondrous creature who has taken over your entire world.
Look! Most things seem blurry now, and you still sit there, catatonic;
Looking right into the face of this new magic that has happened to you.
You let it flood your soul with a new energy, a new colour, a new longing for life.
It’s like being dazed, drugged; enjoying moment after delicious moment.
Dumbfounded. Transfixed. Enchanted.

Why, hello teeny butterfly.
Am I glad you visited.
Now that you’re here,
Would you stay awhile?