My butterfly

She's My Butterfly.
Spirit so stunning.
Absolutely Beautiful in faith.
The Very essence of love.
Self-sacrificed devotion.
She's my Butterfly and she can't be pinned down.
She must fly free.

Beautiful, You Fly free.

all you have to do is look

ah, love... the universal obsession. it's timeless, talked about, and perhaps the least understood after all these centuries, after all the books- all the songs have been written, amidst all the "i do's" being chanted daily. oh, love how we have made a mockery of you. how useless those three words have become. how overused and not fully comprehended. we were created to love obviously since we are so naturally drawn to it, but how we seem to jump with such abandon. how it quickly becomes our god. but also how quickly we forget love. or perhaps we never really understood it fully in the first place. perhaps we were content with the sugar-coated illusion we've been led to believe.

i believe in love without a doubt, and I live love the best I can. I believe it is one of these great gifts we have been given here on this earth... but i don't want to jump blindly. i don't want to sign up and then later check out. i don't want to worship a fickle and fallible god. i don't want to love the wrong things. i don't want to be ruled by my inability to function rationally.

and i wish YOU would remember what love is, and if you were never really sure, then look in your wife and daughter's eyes and you will see love in it's fullest earthly possibility. all you have to do is look.