All That You Are
With all the respect I have for you, I choose not to lie.
With all the love I have for you, I choose to tell the truth.
“Be cautious, hide your feelings.” Don’t know what love is.
The wings of a butterfly are fragile,
But J. Raymond says “A butterfly whose wings has been touch, can indeed still fly.”
You have touched my wings, but gently as if you caress it with all the consideration you held within your mind.
Your healing hands made me feel alive.
Now I no longer wish to die.
I surrender before you say anything
Love, don’t be afraid to hurt my fragile wings
Because all that you are, make my heart beats, it sings and sings.