Butterfly Wings

I whisper softly and each word like dew drops falling onto rose petals touches His ear.

They are carried so effortlessly, so lightly on butterfly wings. 

Each flap rings like the notes of a melody, played by a symphony that only He and I can hear. 

Each note very different from the last and yet very similar as they connect like strokes in a portrait, 

Completing a masterpiece, a glorious melody and yet there are only two members of this orchestra 

He and I.....................

Butterfly kisses do I send, from my heart to His ear, 

As soft and as a gentle lovers kiss are the words that reach His ear. 

And to think that before I even speak He knows my heart, 

But for my notes carried on butterfly wings He waits, 

Daily, He waits, because He loves me and I love Him. 

My love for Him is carried everytime I whisper the dew drop words, 

The notes of my love song played by our symphony, 

Carried so effortlessly on Butterfly wings.................

What we share is sacred, uncompared, unmatched.

Our love is as complex as the orchestra of two that plays, 

Two people who play and make music that none else can hear,

None else can fathom...........................

And He patiently waits for the dew drop words,

That add to our love song, that complete our masterpiece

Those words are carried from my heart to His ear on butterfly wings...................