could you love her, still…

could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless

could you
love her, still
when she's not only
soft in your arms
but when she's wild
with the moon and restless…
and maybe just a little out of reach
from your fingertips.
could you love her, still,
when she's not only sweet and
resting easy on your chest,
but when she's wild blossomed in the night
and searching for more inside of herself
than who you may think she is.
could you love her
not just when she's flowers
but when she's fire.
she has to know… if she lets you close…
when she blooms wild and burns bright
could you love her, still.

– butterflies rising

could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless

‘could you love her, still' is a poem by butterflies rising that is the origin poem of one of her now most well known and also one of her most personally important quotes ‘she blooms wild and burns bright'. The poem and quote can be found in her poetry book ‘she's flowers and fire'. In addition, there are poetry prints of the ‘could you love her, still' poem in her ‘she blooms wild and burns bright' poetry shop collection. (‘she blooms wild and burns bright® is a trademark of butterflies rising poetry and Pretty Princess Media)

could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless

‘could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless' – golden heart necklace book photo in ‘she's flowers and fire'.

could you love her, still… she blooms wild and burns bright

‘could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless' – natural wood book photo in ‘she's flowers and fire'.

she blooms wild and burns bright

‘could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless' – pink tone book photo in ‘she's flowers and fire'.

could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild with the moon and restless

she’s flowers and fire. - butterflies rising

when she blooms wild and burns bright

could you love her, still… when she's not only soft in your arms but when she's wild

not just when she's flowers but when she's fire

when she's wild blossomed in the night and searching for more inside of herself

she blooms wild and burns bright