Butterflies you could find
as a very small girl,
could run just like the wind,
did hold on your dad's hand,
you grew to a woman,
you grew to a woman,
who like the big city
seeing things different
with your hand around mine,
and you gave me your heart.
Such a wonderful poem enshrined in the Bossom of love and care... Congratulations Read my poem At my death thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow fantastically depicted the love and life with butterfly