Blue Butterfly

                        Her Happiness


The sun only shines...
So too, with my love for her.

She didn't have to ask... 
I did the right thing, and set her free.

Her happiness and well-being....
Was more important than my own.

And once more....
She brought out the best in me.

All... in its own way... is a release.

Even love.

And the rain fell and the sun shone.

               

Timothy E. Stevenson   November 25, 2001©         www.Upoet.com
 

 

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