A poem about someone whose presence is both calm and untamed, like the wind and the ocean

The Wind and the Butterfly

He moves like the wind—silent, unnoticed, yet always present.
People see only his quiet nature, mistaking stillness for emptiness.
But I see deeper. His mind is a storm, thoughts swirling like waves in the ocean.
He is both calm and wild, logic and chaos, a force that cannot be tamed.

While others chase fleeting things, he walks his own path,
Lost in his ambitions, in a world only he can see.
He doesn’t seek butterflies; he doesn’t chase after love.
Yet, like a butterfly, I find myself drawn to him—
Circling, waiting, hoping he will see me.

His mind is the ocean, deep and endless.
I do not wish to change him; I only wish to stay.
Even if the wind never reaches for the butterfly,
Still, she dances in its presence.

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