Love is a butterfly
Fluttering and colourful
Gentle and beautiful
But that is not all that there is
There’s also metamorphosis
For it starts off as an egg
A little seed in one’s heart
Then it grows into a caterpillar
And caterpillars must eat a lot
There’s a lot of struggle ahead
Much of which it knows not
The struggle is the pupa
Where the bond is molded with care
And when the pupa splits
There’s a butterfly in the air
