Walking on the Path of Life - 4. Settling for Butterflies

Settling for Butterflies

In a room, thirty minutes before
She stands in white, the haute couture
About to walk down that dreaded aisle
She sits, ponders, never not sure

Physically hurtful when she's mad
But he stays because he knows
She can be friendly, lovely and sweet
This is just her, when she is low

Lavender scent where memories sing
From within where that scent holds
Dialling the phone, and the voice she hears
Brings back feelings that were once untold

People settle down, reasons not said
People settle through the hurtful eyes
But me I want to be sure, and never settle,
For anything less, than butterflies