Rose, Lake And The Nymph Poem by Tulay Beyhan

A red rose falls in the lake.
The water of the lake
Goes red, cirmson.
A nymph arrives,
Her wings a reflection of the rainbow,
She tucks her butterfly wings behind her small frame
and reaches for the rose.
She picks up the rose
which is not red anymore,
But white, a pure, bright white.
Clipping her wings, i watch her fly away
With oh, oh my heart.
And i notice,
Once love falls in our hearts,
Nothing is the same.
No, nothing is the same,
No, i do not fell the same...