Butterfly wings, a painted art,

Like human hearts, set far apart.

Some wings bright gold, a love so true,

Some eyes that flash, a changing view.

Stripes that clash, like words unkind,

Blues that fade, leaving trust behind.

Tattered wings, where love has flown,

Yet wings still rise, though seeds are sown.

Each pattern tells, a story deep,

Of how we love, and how we keep.

Wings of a butterfly, colors bright,

Like feelings swirling, day and night.

Some wings are gold, a happy gleam,

Like loving smiles, a joyful dream.

Some wings are dark, with stormy grey,

Like angry words, that fade away.

Stripes that clash, a hurtful sting,

Like broken trust, no sweet bird sings.

Faded blues, a gentle sigh,

Like love that's lost, as moments fly.

Torn wings mend, a fragile grace,

Like hearts that heal, and find their place.