Not mine.

I fell in love
with a Butterfly
I fell in love with her colours
with her eyes.

I fell in love with her wings
The shape of her wings and the span.
I fell in love with her skin
and her warm fragrance.

I used to be her private sun
in private moments of happiness.
She used to be my private Queen
in public areas of my heart.

She was the world to me
It was always clear.
She was a lot of things...
But she was never mine.

A.