Sipped your wine and fluttered by
With lingering scent and hovering eyes.
Your gentle wings rippled my heart
That let up my hair with breath you start'.
But I know it somehow
I know it clear
You are not the butterfly
That napped on my finger yester night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully worded passionate poem. Top rank it deserves.