She love you like a mother love her child,
But I guess, Love is different in your eyes.
I know you made her a fool with your lies.
She's worth more than gold, you should know why.
She's not ugly, in her own way, she's pretty.
She's not selfish, she gives, that's why she's empty.
She's not weak, she's strong, because she cries.
Oh, 'Spread your wings my little butterfly, '
The dawn is breaking, things will be different.
Now keep on smiling, he'll be different.
Raise your voice, and say 'I am different! '
I know her so well, because SHE is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. An insight poem indeed. Thanks for sharing.