Ode to a friend I love

THE BLUE BUTTERFLY

She's the dew-laden gust of moist cool breeze on the face,
She's the cool, surreal, pristine, all-encompassing mountain haze,
She's the sudden burst of cool shower on a hot summer day,
She's that sense of pure delight felt by a lost man who just found his way,
She's the far-away sound of the temple bells on a misty winter morning,
She's the warmth of a freezing December night with a delightful bonfire burning,
She's the scent of the earth with the first drops of summer rain,
She's the sweet consequence of unbridled passion, that blissful, colicky pain,
She's the transquility of a solitary night under a moon-lit starry sky,
She's the serenity of sitting on the rocks and watching the ocean waves roll by,
She's the joy of finding in the eyes of your beloved, the love she has for you,
She's the comforting hug of a true friend when you are down and feeling blue,
She's the inspiration behind this poem, the angel whom this is dedicated to,
She's my little blue butterfly, she's an angel called Ritu.