Forty words:
Dear Officer Pinkerton,
I'm your Japanese Butterfly.
Since we met, your charming
ways I can't forget...but
tomorrow morn, sad and forlorn
we must say 'goodbye'.
I pray some day we'll meet
to Puccini's operatic beat.
~~~ Or I Shall Die ~~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem