A soft flight.

She is beautiful. She is mine. Her wings seem a rainbow. She is flying around my hands. It is like a dream, like an angel. She makes me happy and makes me smile. I don't know why but sometimes she lands in my hands and then goes suddenly taking the colors, smile and happiness. A butterfly loves me, I know, so, I don't know why I can't get respect this solitary flight before It arrives in my hand again.

I Love you.