Lost butterfly

In a longing for your sight,
I lost my own true light.
In waiting for your return,
I watched my spirit burn.
Who could ever love you so deep,
While I for you, my world did sleep?
I told the moon it couldn't compare,
And still hold the flowers you left with care.
I know no word of your coming near,
Yet ask the winds for news, my dear.
My eyes are weary, filled with your grace,
My phone overflows with memories of your face.
You called me 'butterfly,' a name so true,
I'm just a lost butterfly, waiting for you.