Butterflies

..Butterflies..

As I entered the park
the fragrance of spring blooms
hit me hard, made me smile
as if I was the besmirched heart
needed my leman's smile
if not forever, once in a while.

The butterfly I am
once was in a cocoon, innocent
now destroyed in years
of metamorphosed life
barring the wounds of time
betrayal of fate, destiny's strife.

Today I surely am
the butterfly of the gardens
from one bloom to the other
I move on almost sudden
but nobody would ever know
how much damage I have hidden.

The way any butterfly
changes from an ugly goog
to a beauty expounded
I changed too in appearances
the same way but inside
the reverse only left its traces.