
I was thinking about the birdman and how he loves birds… so I thought of making love birds in a tree… for the birdman.

I was thinking about the birdman and how he loves birds… so I thought of making love birds in a tree… for the birdman.

IN ALL
THE
CHAOS
WE FOUND
wholeness
and that is a very good thing! ~ღ~

But what if no one shows up?
Well…will that change your love?
No, the love is always there
nothing changes that
Yes… People may change
circumstances may change
but the love never changes
Oh!

But can’t you see… I dream of
red butterflies on crimson roses
It’s hard for me to see anything
other than lightness, loveliness
and the softer side of things
I float that way
I dream of things like
Red butterflies on
crimson roses
and maybe if I can’t see it
I create it
I let it out

When my heart spills out
To overflowing
I cannot contain the goodness
The love that flows is…
Like trying to hold butterflies
Or laughter that bursts
Spilling out
I wish
All things good To You

She is. . .
Yellow clouds
maybe pink
Dandelions dancing
she feels
like butterfly kisses
when she sings
She is. . . Me
MichelleMarie

I am thinking of all the reason
I love you… Mostly
I am thinking of Your smile
Knowing I make you smile
makes me smile 🙂
MichelleMarie
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