To you

I remember the time
when you were writing butterflies
clasping the words among the pages
blank spaces smiled and I
by colours hidden inside beguiled
with a butterfly I also smiled
and God be my witness
I think
it was your smile I smiled
even though I did not know
if I had anything
to write or clasp
to witness or deny
even though I still do not know
if I have anything to give
if I am anyone to be
to you