I have noticed that Baby Boomers haven't learned their lessons very well either. Being a single Baby Boomer myself I know first hand how hard it can be to find the RIGHT ONE. Love and happiness seems as elusive as a butterfly. Watching other singles as well as my own experience has shown me that we are going about this love thing all wrong. I don't buy into the SOUL MATE concept. Nor do I accept that there is only ONE perfect mate. And all this bedding hopping we are doing is actually damaging to our self esteem. We all tend to flutter around, sipping nectar from every bloom we see, looking for just the right person, and if we aren't careful a good breeze is going to blow us off course! The advent of the internet hasn't helped things one bit. Now I see chat relationships ( if you arn't familiar with the term try a Google search ) where people seem to change partners on a weekly basis!

One night while watching a drama unfold in a chat room between two chat lovers I had a vision (not to mention a chuckle at their silliness). The following poem is the result of that vision and my interpretation of relationships today. If you enjoy what you see, please feel free to visit my blog (I use my blog for work as well).

The Flight Of The Butterfly

In the cool of the early morn as the sun is being reborn. Flowers raise their sleepy heads, yawning and stretch in their beds. The dew still fresh on their leaves from the previous summer's eve; like glittering jewels that adorn those that are royal and highborn.

A butterfly with wings of gold, splashes of blue as they unfold, gracefully flutters round about eyeing the buffet all laid out. Blooms of every sort and kind across the meadow are entwined. Their fragrance mingles in the air offering samples of their wares.

Beckoning her to come and dine; she flutters amongst them to find, the daisies were far too bitter, snapdragons were heavy hitters. And the glories of the morning she found to be abhorring. At the edge of the clearing buds of roses were appearing.

The breeze swaying their bouquet like dancers in a ballet. Drifting lightly on the breeze approaching her quarry she sees; that among the stems and sticks appears, a multitude of pricks. After tears of frustration and a curse of damnation, in the corner of the garden appears a blossom that's hidden.

It's treasure by others covered just waiting to be discovered. Approaching with circumspection she found on closer inspection, not one thorn upon his stem and his bud an opaque gem. In the nectar of his kisses she finally found what bliss is. His soft petals meet gold wings, and two hearts forever sing.

We seem to spend so much time "sipping the nectar" that we aren't looking for the pricks. To find your Mr. or Ms. Right you have to Look to the future. Can you see yourself with this person for the rest of your life? Are you willing to endure all their quirks?

This may sound a bit negative to some of you, but take your BLINDERS off! Examine the NEGATIVE in your prospective partner. After all, you aren't going to change them! Make a list of the good and the bad. IF the good outweighs the bad, then by all means give the relationship a chance! BUT if there is more listed in the debit column, "Run Forest, Run!"