I used an antique butterfly net
To capture your heart.
The hunt was intense
As was it all
But I soon learned that someone so beautiful
And full of emotion
Was never meant to be caught.
I saw it as true love
You merely saw a cage
And you rattled those bars like Marley’s bones
And escaped to a life less ordinary,
A Mardi Gras,
Whereas I represented a funeral march,
My sepia could not contain your colour.