The butterflies actually ended a month ago,
As the cycle ends with our friends awareness.
I'm sure you're aware as your eyes are to your body,
That the race of moving on in life is not always a perilous Journey.
As you seek for a new blood who brings out the best in you.
Sooner I realized that my planet already detached from your world,
And now the tale I hear is often more abouut the sweetest part of HER,
Indeed a quick notice to know I'm now in your history.
I would love to be hoisted in your memory,
Knowing fully well she may be sweet and pretty,
But I forever remain the most beautiful butterfly in your world of flies.
As it was an intentional chemistry between us when you first said it to me.
But what will be the reward to my planter awaiting the reaping hours?
In a world where there are no longer bones for the patient dog to feast on
In a society where good memories do not last,
Compared to me ripping her hearts off from yours,
Obviously that would bring you a lasting memory of my wretched heart.
Now we are on a tightrope,
A deal to our lovestruck,
You can find another woman but not an angel like me,
Find someone great but don't seek no one better.
A farewell to your love journey,
As you think of me even when you are with her,
A taste of my lips even when you kiss her,
A Ray of my picture when you make love to her,
Sure you can get married but you must not have a Home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem