Defenseless as a butterfly
Vulnerable, soft and fragile
Playing a role only to please
A cycle that will not cease
You call and I come
You ask and I provide
You seek and you find
Only for you I shall die
But love was never there
Expecting only my reward
Like a butterfly that provides
Beauty, life, love and a sight
Whose life is short and swift
Only to exist for your want and need
Then this defenseless butterfly
Shall leave the earth when unwanted
Used and abused in twenty-four hours
Now gone to live a new life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the title of the poem - made me expect physical or emotional turmoil - but a butterfly so perfect and peaceful - turned into sadness and misery - great metaphors