An alternative time,
some different universe,
never known enough,
but like if always knew.
So beautiful the beggining;
so sad the end, yet precious;
so unbelivably romantic;
and still a killer.
A punch in the stomach every time
not simple revolving butterflies
a hard feeling, it is so sweet
just to listen them, to see them.
Love them as much as a partner
more than a life, than my life.
My feelings toward it;
undescribable, hard to define;
just different from any other.
Still so sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem