by Paul Curtis

Created on: July 20, 2009

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Remember when we were young

Those long halcyon days

Down on your dad's farm

Joyful hours spent

Idling our time away.
Swinging on that old rustic gate

Roaming the countryside

Happy lazy days,

Nothing particular to do

And a world of time to do it in

They were wonderful days

They were innocent days

Before the end of childhood

Before those weeks

That special summer

So long ago

When you seemed to transform

Into something new

Like a butterfly

Emerging from its cocoon

Spreading its wings in the sun

Displaying fresh beauty

Your transformation

From the cutely naive country girl

Awkward and ungainly

Into a beautiful young woman

An altogether more graceful being

Though I was fond of the grubby faced girl

With untidy hair, wispy and uncombed

I would very soon fall in love

With the butterfly that had replace her

With the emergence of the butterfly girl

With all the beauty

Of the first flower of spring

We trod an unfamiliar path

Leaving our childish games behind

Taking our first tentative steps

Towards love

A love that was a stranger to us

Yet we stepped eagerly in to its turbulent sea

And immersed ourselves in its waters

We soon knew at once

The excitement of first love
When joy was all we could see
And all of our thoughts

Were only for each other
Sweet moments spent

In blissful adoration

Until love was burnt deeply on our souls

Now as we walk the familiar places

As we have so often done

With scenes much visited

We can stand in that spot

Where first I beheld the butterfly

Resplendent in the sunlight

And say to you

With heartfelt sincerity

That I love you still

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