There’s been this butterfly my king
Fleeting, restless, excited, longing
That misunderstanding made me sigh
You were suddenly silent and distant
Roses are still scarlet even withered
My love still whole even aching
Wishing you could somehow see
I love you my king oh so dearly
We can talk, you always knew
I’d rather hurt with words
Than pictures of cold embraces and meaningless kisses
I can never lie my love ‘tis true
So much – that’s how much I love you.
So much – that’s how much I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem