Love is Like a Butterfly

Love is Like a Butterfly

You can’t find love. You can’t capture love. You can’t steal love. You can’t pay for love. When you think you have obtained love by one of those things, what you have really obtained is lust.

Love is like a butterfly, sucking nectar from a flower. You go outside to find a butterfly. There, off in the distance, by the fence is one on the honeysuckle vine, enjoying the sweet nectar. Your heart leaps with joy, but then it flies away out of sight. It was not your butterfly, yours is still a caterpillar, inching its way onto the leaf.

Love is like a butterfly, fluttering in the air. You go to the meadows, and a butterfly flies right by you. Your heart leaps with excitement, and you begin to chase it. You zig and it zags. You zag and it zigs. An endless chase, with you looking like a fool. It flies away. It was not your butterfly, yours is still spinning the silk, forming a cocoon.

Love is like a butterfly, perched on a flower. In your neighbors garden, you see a butterfly sitting on a carnation. Your heart leaps with delight, and you try to steal it with a net. Your neighbor sees you, and your friendship is ruined. It was not your butterfly, yours is squirming in the cocoon.

Love is like a butterfly, trapped in a jar at the garden center. While buying flowers you see it sitting on the counter. Your heart leaps with elation, you pay for it, and take it home. Releasing it into your garden, it flies away. It was not your butterfly, yours is still silent in the cocoon.

See continuation at – Attracting a Butterfly by Creating a Bouquet