Third

And when away the ever-engaging butterfly takes off,
Once the burning flame has distanced itself,
Settles in a mild flutter of emotions
Hazy, unclear, more like a riddle,
Epitomizing the uncertainity
That has ever since been denied.

All you feel though is that the flame didnt flicker,
And ponder later on the feeling being a trojan horse,
Beautifully disguised,
Inexplicably dark it could have been inside,
But you tread with no dread,
Because you cannot lose your way on a path never known,
Or even gather back all the love,
Already, to where it belongs that has flown.