The Hidden Butterfly

I can’t say when these flowers began to bloom so beautifully, only that something has slowly filled every corner with colors that will never fade. My senses cry out, longing for that ‘something’ to remain just within reach.

I thought it might be (just) a passing morning mist, yet ironically, I’ve truly fallen. With each second, I sigh in frustration, as if questioning the Creator—how could such a pearl shine so brilliantly before me?

Like a magnet, the presence draws every part of me closer, yet I hold my ground, knowing this distance is the safest refuge for a heart so easily captured. Like a butterfly hiding within the folds of a petal, let me be swept away by such beauty without leaving a trace upon those dark eyes, admiring in silence, never disturbing its quiet grace.