This pleasant morning of the early spring,
a beautiful butterfly hovers overhead in a ring.
'Oh! the blush and the gloss,
is love in air? Missy, would you not share? '
Aww! you pretty little thing, let me tell
Love left long ago
Aim lost its way,
now wanders aimlessly
Dream proven pipe dream
Health just gave in
now woes and weariness upspring,
my sweet little thing!
Yes, I smile, I smile to get to
see you fly butterfly! [flattering wink]
to get to see this beautiful sunshine
to get to live this moment
though I know little about the next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem