Where are all the butterflies?
The ringing bells, the flashing lights?
Not a single breathless sigh,
Not a soaring to the heights,
But with you near, laid to rest my fears,
when you placed my hand in yours,
My heart had found it's home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem....and the butterflies made it more beautiful from the beginning....