Little blue butterfly,
Sitting on my finger,
Silently flapping your wings.
Then moving swiftly to my nose,
Kissing it gently.
As I reach for you,
You seem to disappear,
Into a little gust of blue wind.
Little blue butterfly,
A little sigh of love,
Peace,
Happiness,
And mystery.
you write as if your a pretty blue butterfly yourself dnt change that theres nothing better than a gentle woman
I'll refer to dis butterfly as love. Ur poems r simple not complicated, poems r meant to be simple and digestive like urs.
I'll refer to dis butterfly as love. Ur poems r simple not complicated, poems r meant to be simple and digestive like urs.
I'll refer to dis butterfly as love. Ur poems r simple not complicated, poems r meant to be simple and digestive like urs.
The butterfly of love is a wonderful thing. May it forever fly in high in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poem keep up the good work.