Butterflies

When I look
Into your eyes
I feel so isolated
I feel lost in the skies

Our ongoing stare
Your soul I can see right through
Nothing else matters to me
But me and you

These feelings that I feel
I cannot yet explain
As if our interlocking eyes
Are like our bodies' veins

Transferring our feelings
To each other’s hearts
Love tainted toxins
All doing their part

Just in case
I begin to forget ...
You help me realize
I have nothing over which to fret

Every moment
That we share
I hope it’ll never end ...
This ongoing stare

I’ve never felt
This way before
You truly are special
You’ve opened up the door

You have no idea
How much you mean to me
I’m finally on the right path
You’ve set my soul free

All I wish for
Is that you’re feeling the same way
I can barely breathe when I’m with you
You take my breath away

I now begin to realize
Staring into your powerful eyes
That the incredible feelings I’m getting inside
Are real meaningful “Butterflies”

- Julia Almeida

Weeping Willow

Weeping willow with your tears running down,
Why do you always weep and frown?
Is it because he left you one day?
Is it because he could not stay?
On your branches he would swing,
Do you long for the happiness that day would bring?
He found shelter in your shade,
You thought his laughter would never fade.
Weeping willow, stop your tears,
There is something to calm your fears.
You think death has ripped you forever apart,
But I know he'll always be in your heart.

- From the movie My Girl!

She walks in beauty

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

- By Lord Bryan