A Monarch butterfly meets a catepillar and they fall in love.

A year ago a Monarch butterfly met a catepillar. She was a beautiful, vibrant and young specimen, so full of possibilities, The fell in love. They did everything together ad were so happy together. But, during the year the butterfly watched the catepiller become sad and felt helpless and he watched her hang on to a feeding leaf by a thin line as the world seemingly was crashing around her. She remained on the leaf but was bruised and battered by the heavy downpour of life. She climbed back up on the leaf and remained in he center, uncertain which part of the leaf would be the best part for her, she was unsure which part would be the tastiest, most satisfying and most nourishing. She looked all around for answers, for guidance, she felt so alone. The butterfly kept his wings spread over her so that the rain would not penetrate her spirit while he was around. But at the end it was not the leaf and it's nourishment the catepillar was in search of. She needed to be free and grow. There was nothing for her on the leaf she was on. And even if there was something for her on that leaf, she was only a catepillar and really couldn't see it at that point.

So she decided, instead of tasting more of the leaf which she is on. She wanted to try a new leaf, for this new leaf will bring her the nourishment she needs to build her cocoon and turn into the butterfly she was born to be. Will the other butterfly still be on that old leaf? Or will that butterfly have moved onto an new leaf as well. Will the new beautiful butterfly search for the butterfly who provided her with love and support? Or will they loose each other in the abyss of the endless forest of roses and thorns and predators that break butterfly hearts.

There's the old saying, if you love something let it go. If it comes back its' yours forever. If it doesn't it was never yours to begin with. Is that true? Has that ever happened?

How many years will the Monarch wait? Will the caterpillar seek to reunite? In this romance I do hope that they both remain spiritually bonded. For once it's all said and done, Old butterflies realize that life's a climb and there's alway's going to be another mountain, to move, always going to be another battle, sometimes you're going to have to loose, aint about how fast you get there, aint about what's waiting on the other side, Now matter how you slice it, It's a climb. (inspired by miley sirus)

God Bless, the beautiful caterpillar who this monarch was antenna-over-wings or (head over heals)in love with. May the wind beneath your new found wings find you on a road that crosses the air space of your loving monarch.

Sweet metamorphasis.