There was this butterfly
Who had loved a white rose
But the rose doesn't love him
' When will you learn to love me? ', the butterfly asked
' My heart has a mind of it's own. I can't answer that.', white rose said
' Then when will you love me? '....
' When I became a red rose'
So one day, the butterfly has decided to put a knife directly on his heart
Then he died with his blood streaming through the white rose
And then the white rose turned to red
And fell in love with the butterfly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
BEAUTIFUL! I love it! Such depth in a simple allegory! I would be honored to have you read my poetry too and maybe comment on it! :)