BuTterFly EfFecT

Every morning when I wake, 
I cannot wait to see it rise, 
Just to catch a glimpse of what's reflected, 
 From within your eyes ... 
As I stand to feel the warmth, 
I somehow hear you in a breeze, 
Talking to me through the flowers,
That are towered by the trees... 
So I take the deepest breath and try, 
To hold you deep within,
 While I pray to keep the best inside,
 But worse back to the wind...
 It's your pulse I feel so turbulent,
 And your tears within the rain, 
That preceed a storm the world is meant,
 Not to answer or explain... 
Even half a world away, 
Our souls conspire to connect, 
As we glide upon the wings, 
Within the butterfly effect...