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The colour of the fields of my home,
the colour of a four-leafed clover,
the colour of the clothes of a leprechaun,
the colour today on St. Patrick’s Day of the Chicago River,
the colour of luck,
the colour of nature,
the colour of the monster in someone’s envious look,
the colour of the screen text of a 1980’s computer,
the colour of the leaves of Summer trees,
the colour of the city in the Wizard of Oz,
the colour of an Apple martini,
the colour of some beer bottles,
the colour we think about when we think of a frog,
the colour of a Hairstreak butterfly,
the background colour of the sign
and the colour of the aprons that they wear at Starbucks,
the colour of ivy that climbs,
the colour of an emerald,
the colour of the aurora Australis,
the colour of choice for so many people today,
the one and only, the serene, green.

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There is something so beautiful;
there is something so breath-taking;
there is something so amazing;
there is something so special;
there is something so mesmerizing, fascinating,
hypnotic, gorgeous, and true, and a part of you;
there is something so wonderful, brilliant, and incredible,
and nothing more personal and exceptional,
than something, or the name of someone
who means something to you,
drawn and painted on your skin in the form of a tattoo.

I am always amazed when I see someone’s tattoo
and beautiful body-art and it makes me go wow!
The human body is a thing of indescribable beauty anyway-
from birth to death-
but someones beautiful and ingrained designs
that they choose to mark their skin and paint themselves with
to me are beautiful, great, and magical,
and someone’s tattoo, to me, is also an important part of them,
and a noticeable tease of who they are,
what they like, who and what makes their heart beat fast,
and ties them and writes even more so
into the constantly-evolving human story and living myth.

I have seen tattoos and body-art of many forms-
from the beautiful painting of a heart with a keyhole inside it
on someone’s chest, to the gorgeous and phenomenal sight
of butterflies on someone’s back that I cannot get enough of;
I have seen the names of someone’s beloved and soulmate
written up someone’s arm;
I have seen and read the most staggering and wonderful
indellible inscriptions of eternal love;
I have seen song-lyrics, artists,
sacred and meaningful symbols of hope on someone’s body
that look as if they have always been a part of someone;
I have been in-awe by the sight of Angels wings,
the face of a tiger, a spider, a web,
a unique design of someone’s own imagining
that I always look in wonder,
and I always want to ask why and how
they chose the design and where the thought behind it came from.

To me, tattoos and body-art are like poetry.
To me, tattoos and body-art and are a written chapter,
an answer, and a question, that you and anyone
can see, remember, ask, think.
To me, a tattoo and body-art is a symbol
and a celebration of someone being liberated,
connected to something greater,
as well as being free.
To me, art is inspiring and the best thing in the entire world,
and the most sincere, and the most amazing expression,
and there is no better, resonant, long-lasting, and important,
than art painted on your body,
and a beautiful tattoo drawn in ink.

You are my butterfly,
I have been waiting for you my entire life;
you are who I want to be with until the day I die,
I want to be with you forever and one day call you my wife;
your happiness is all that matters,
I promise to give you all that I have;
your heart’s desire are the same as mine,
because you and I are one and the same,
and every day we look back at each other
through a mirror that will never shatter,
and I promise to be there for you always
to hold your hand, look into your beautiful eyes,
and make you laugh.
You brighten my day every morning
and keep me inspired every hour;
I go to sleep every night looking at your gorgeous picture,
and I imagine us together doing everything
and being a part of each other forever;
you keep me coming back for more, like a bubble-bee to a flower;
I am so lucky to be in your life;
you are a golden miracle,
you are a sparkling sun-kissed ocean,
you are a magical and mesmerizing treasure.

I have never met anyone like you,
you are the best thing that has ever happened to me;
I have never felt for anyone like I feel for you,
you are more than words could ever describe,
and I have been unable to control or describe exactly
what I feel when I look at you,
nor could I ever thank you enough for what you do for me every day.
You are so special, you are so invigorating,
you take the beats of my heart to another level,
you are a blessing to the entire world,
and I will always love you,
and I will be there for you like no one ever has,
and fight the fights for you that need fighting.

You and I are the composers of the same song.
You and I are the rhythm of each other’s life,
and we know each other as well as we know ourselves.
You and I are meant to be,
and as we walk together side-by-side
we will never put a foot wrong.
You and I are each other’s life’s blood,
and the air in each other’s lungs,
and the constant reinvigoration of each other’s spirit-
and we are each other’s daily-assured regimen
and source of happiness, and the guaranteed and dependable
magic potion for good luck and good health.

I think about you every second.
You are my everything-
my here, my now, my dream come true, my future.
I am in-awe of you more than any other star I have ever seen,
and your light fills my world more so than the sun.
You are perfect. You always will be all that I want,
and I promise to love forever, my goddess, my princess, my angel,
my Melissa.

Her sparkling eyes dazzle more brilliantly
and twinkle more brightly than the shining stars
I see at night;
her warm and glowing smile radiates more amazingly
and stunningly than the sun that blesses my day;
when she wakes up every morning;
as she opens her eyes and spreads her wings,
she takes off from her slumber
and she just briefly takes flight;
when she yawns and opens her mouth to greet the new light
a slight growl can be heard in her voice to warn any bad spirits
that might want to come her way.

When the golden sunlight first touches her face,
the beat of her butterfly heart intensifies
and thunders silently in her chest;
when the heat of the day is felt by her
on the crown of her mane of hair,
her tiger eyes close and then widen in extreme delight and pleasure;
when she feels the sensation of the cool air of the wind
captivate her and carry her,
her butterfly beauty changes the colour of her skin like a chameleon,
and the whole world can see her mimetic spirit
pulse and vibrate and reflect her inner infinite beauty
outwards in every imaginable colour of the rainbow-
like witnessing a deep and meaningful secret of nature confessed;
when she walks with confidence and with purpose,
the impact and the sound of her inner tigress stride
hypnotizes everyone who sees her,
and sometimes when people see her walk by them
they have to look twice to see whether she actually
walks on two legs or four.

The sky is like the dreams that she plays in daily,
and those that she inspires in the minds of others-
and when people do dream of her, at night or in the day,
they know she is still with them,
because the hopeful symbol of renewal is ever-present,
and because they know that the appearance of the butterfly
that they see is no coincidence or accident-
because the human butterfly that she is is also the one
and the queen of all the beautiful butterflies of nature
that influence and make possible the momentum and the magic of the whole;
as she walks passed other people, and she sees their inner animal guides
and nature walking along side them,
while still being a part of them,
and the instinctual representation of them, to those with the sight,
and as she bows her head to stone statues that welcome her to pass by them
and cross their path, like a Bridge of Lions in sunny St. Augustine in Florida,
she feels her wild beating heart and the blood in her veins surge with energy
and intensity, and make her feel incredible emotion
and an overwhelming connection to all things that walk on the ground,
or those that fly in the air, that she has felt all her life,
and the joy that she feels every time makes her imagination
come alive and race out of control.

She is a butterfly.
She is a tiger.
The world see her in so many ways,
but there are not enough words to ever describe her by.
No one can ever not be touched and effected by her.
She is a tiger butterfly.
She is a butterfly tiger.
When you see her you too will feel wild,
when you feel her your heart and your spirit
will lift you off the ground too,
so that you know what it is like to see true beauty
in all its forms, and fly higher and higher,
with the strength and the courage of a tiger,
and with the wings of a butterfly.

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Life is short,
and as a butterfly knows only too well,
and what the life of a butterfly teaches us all too well,
is that we are all in a constant state of metamorphosis,
change, and adaptation-
we all live a butterfly life,
and the appearance of a butterfly
and the significance of it’s meaning to me
is a sign of renewal, a fresh start, a new path,
a clean slate, a feeling of elation.

A butterfly has no control of its life,
but even as a gravity-bound caterpillar
it feels this natural drive to go forward,
to take in all that it can so as to change
who and what it is, so as to one day
use everything that it has ingested to surround it,
and evolve and regenerate and grow
and spread the gift of its wings
that have been a part of it since it was born,
and do what it has always been meant to do.
To me a butterfly is not just a sign of change;
to me a butterfly is an example of fate,
a paradigm of destiny, a beautiful epiphany.

I see a butterfly every day-
even if it is just a picture of one,
a drawing of one, a mural of one
painted on the side of a wall,
a tattoo of one, a preserved one,
a memory of one, a living and breathing one-
and every time I see one I smile,
because I know that I am being drawn to somewhere,
to something, or to someone, that will change my life in some way,
and I always follow a butterfly to where it is guiding me,
even if I have to run.

There are butterfly people in this world,
there are butterfly events that happen to us
that effect us and shape us,
make us, and resonate with us,
that are like music that vibrates through the air
and on the wind that can coalesce into one special,
beautiful, perfect moment that has the feel
and the shine of a pearl.
There is buttefly poetry being written
indelibly over all parts of the Earth
that will last forever and be interpreted
and reinterpreted, and read and rewritten
in a billion different ways.

A butterfly is as special and as precious
as the touch of an angel;
a butterfly is as magical and wonderful
as the laugh of a child;
a buttefly is a daylight reflection of nature’s beauty,
and that can be seen in the colour of it’s wings,
the way it moves, it’s instincts,
and in the way they fly.
A butterfly has one of the most important purposes
and messages that can be found anywhere, in anything,
and that is what is so amazing, special, and beautiful,
about remembering what life is all about
for everything and everybody;
and why it is important, if you can,
to think and to live the butterfly life.

You can’t conceive of the pain,
you don’t realize how much it will hurt,
you don’t know how close you are to a fire
until you get burned.
When someone breaks your heart,
when someone sets your mind alight,
when someone clouds your vision,
when someone tears your feelings apart,
when someone takes you above and beyond
and then drops you from a great height,
you become a shadow of yourself-
scarred, dark, lost-
you feel like you are coming undone.
You feel like you want to get even,
you feel like you want them to know
and to feel what you are going through;
but it doesn’t matter:
who they are, who they were,
they no longer are, and they never were.

I wear the invisible scars of a man
who has dared to touch the fire of too many flames,
who has been enticed by the heat and the light
of more false-stars than I would care to name-
they shine for a short-time,
but then their true-self is revealed:
they seek attention and love from anything and anyone
that they can, and then they return to what is familiar to them-
leaving their heart-broken victim to pick themselves back up again;
and it is then that you can, and should, lift up your head,
move on from the pain that aches in your chest,
and eventually feel healed.

Everything that we send out comes back to us;
every voice in a dark tunnel gets returned;
every heart-breaker will one day become the heart-broken-
so remember that if you are the one who has ever done the burning,
or if you are someone who has ever been burned.

I miss you when I don’t see you,
I miss you when we don’t talk,
I miss you when I think of how much I love you,
I miss you when the feeling in my stomach starts to bubble
and fizz, and then my love for you rises and overflows
like champagne flowing from a champagne bottle,
after the pressure inside overcomes and pops the cork.

Talking to you has always felt so natural,
what we have said to each-other has always felt important,
intimate, integral, illuminating;
having the connection that we have is incredible, amazing, beautiful;
sharing our lives, our likes, our loves, our looks, with each-other
makes the time that we spend together all that more worth the waiting.

I think a lot about what brought us together;
I have thought a lot about why we keep coming back to each-other;
and when I think about who and how I was before I met you-
the years that I spent without you, that now feel like the whole time
I was traversing through stormy weather-
and the thought and the sensation occurs to me
that we were always fated, destined, to meet
and to find one-another from birth;
I believe that my love for you has been entwined into the path of my life,
has traveled miles, and has overcome distance and oceans-
we are forever linked by an unbreakable tether.

I have spent hours looking into your eyes
reveling in the spell that you cast on me;
I have spent days in-awe of your beautiful smile,
from which only the most perfect voice could arise;
I have spent weeks immersed in everything about you that I remember-
and I have come to the conclusion that every perfect part of you
is a thing of unbelievable beauty.

Our relationship with each-other has been a fascinating one,
our time spent in each-others thoughts has been more precious,
passionate, and inflamed than the surface of the sun.
What you mean to me is never going to change.
You are like my life-force, the reason that my heart continues to beat,
you are forever in my mind, you are in my blood.

One day, a beautiful butterfly flapped her wings
and the course of my life was changed forevermore;
one day, I saw the face of the one person I will never stop loving,
and who I will always adore-
and from that day, through all that life has tested and gifted me with,
I know now that there was always going to be me and you.
You mean so much to me, and I just want you to know that I love you.

I remember the day we met,
I remember what I was thinking the moment that I saw you-
the most beautiful butterfly of Earths garden,
and I knew that you were not just passing through.
Your mesmerizing eyes,
your absolutely flawless and beautiful face,
greeted me like I had known you forever,
and made me believe in the existence
and the miracle of timeless grace.

When I see you now I am constantly wowed and overcome
with feelings of intense love and adoration,
even from a single picture of you
I feel the energy of a thousand suns beating in my chest
and flooding my mind with extraordinary inspiration.

You are so special to me;
you are so luminous and magical,
you will always out-shine the light of the cosmos-
your gorgeous smile and your wonderful spirit
are always at the foundation of my thoughts,
and are at the center of what I think about the most.

I dream about you every night
the sweetest and the most powerful dreams anyone has ever imagined,
never have I awoken the next morning
and not felt that you and I have an unbreakable bond.

We have connected a thousand times in my dreams
and never have I not believed that our spirits
are becoming one with each other on an ethereal level-
what I feel for you transcends everything else,
and your heart I always take great delight in to revel.

You are a tigress;
your vivacious and exhilarating roar
always stops me in my tracks and makes me stare at you in-awe.
You are a butterfly;
your breathtaking beauty instantly takes me away from reality,
you make me feel as if I could take flight into the air
filled with hope and overflowing with vitality.

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