To the girl I arranged to visit and the life and times we shared. To a dignified heart that showed her how much I really cared. To the myriad of friends and lovers that we meet along the way. To the ones we leave behind us and to the faithful ones that stay. To the futility of wasted Love and the fragility of our mortal hearts. To the bereavement of our emotions as one love dies another starts. To the butterfly that flew away, a symbol of a love that failed. To our relationship, like a butterfly's wings, fragile, colorful and exquisitely detailed. To the girl who had my heart and gave me so much more than mortal things. To the girl whose beauty and innocence lifted me up on her butterfly wings.