Blue Butterfly

                        Her Happiness

She didn't have to ask, I did the right thing and set her free.

Her happiness and well-being was more important than my own.

She in her own special way, once more, had brought out the best in me.

All... in its own way is a release - even love.

The sun only shines; so too, with my love for her.


Timothy E. Stevenson   November 25, 2001©


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