Looking back on days gone by,
she sees a ghost that lost his wings to fly.
Over her shoulder she silently peeks
being caught looking once again by her guy.
Days of yesterday haunt her still,
butterflies never leaving her alone
her ghost of the past can melt her heart of stone.
Waiting patiently he stands by
holding one another once again,
they will both learn to once again fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem