her butterfly story

They fluttered like a set of restless butterflies every time she did her blushing acts. To put him under their power. So that in moments of amazement, he will shower her with more such words of infinite love. She let them charm him, her eyelashes, cause he loved them the most. He loved them for their sweet bloom. For, they were the kind of long, slender flowers that you can touch with your hands and caress. Those which were the kind of charcoal dark, that skillfully formed the borders of his perfect sketches. Dark enough to contain the mesmerizing beauty of her eyes within. To form the backdrop, yet again brilliant in itself to make him marvel at the strokes. A lovely addendum, to the glowing gaze of her eyes beneath. Such grandiose, that he wants to trace the way they rise up from the splendid valley of her deep eyes. To form the perfect arc of a marvelous black rainbow. A thing of beauty, to stand and stare. A real stunner for him to get lost and love.