Love is like a firefly
fluttering around your head
making visions before your eyes
ephemeral and temporary
you wonder
if there is anything more to be said
Love is like a moth
drawn inexorably to a flame
Pain can often be the answer
If your lover is playing a game
You never know the consequences
Never know really what you are going to do
Until all the happenstances
and connections
Start to ring true
So easily things begin
How complicated they seem
When you thought it was just something simple
then suddenly you see the end
Love is like a butterfly
fluttering around your heart
delicate and fragile
Who knows what it will be at the start
Pupating and changing, eating on all the bad things
that cloud your way
then suddenly she blooms into wonder
and takes away all the pain
Love is like a firefly
corporeal and faint in the night air
Love is truly a butterfuly
and I do hope her love will always be here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply you put it here that love is a real bug with wings! It fascinates and hurts! Nice to read your poem!