Our eyes would follow the ladybird to its new perch on a prickly bush covered in butterflies. You’d watch the butterflies as they flit from flower to flower, their wings lit up like fine silk draped over a soft lantern. You’d smile and think that I was watching them too. When really I’d be watching you, mesmerised by your beauty, your hair a glow of entangled light threads, your eyes moving through shades of green and blue brighter than volcanic pools and your smile. I’d want your smile to last forever.