I guess finally all is over,
As I sit here thinking by the corner,
Because you are now free to fly high,
Oh my pretty darling butterfly.
You are now free to go where ever,
The sun or moon it doesn't matter,
It surely isn't wrong,
'Coz for you I no longer belong.
It is not that I am afraid,
But the decision has been made,
Why is it that you can not see?
We are not meant to be.
(This poem was made when I was 15) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem