Love, Not Like A Butterfly - An Original Poem

Over the dinner table
My elder sister rolled her tongue
And said, look, love is like a butterfly
That keeps flying elusively
Until it perches on you
When you least expected it.

Since I was too young
To talk about love
I held my peace.
But if my elder sister was right,
Why hasn't John, her boyfriend
Come to me by now?

Image sourced from Pixabay

I am @gandhibaba, the young man who goes about carrying his magical pen, not his gun, in his pockets.

Gif courtesy of @artzanolino

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