She Poem by Catherine Agunat

With her rare beauty, she
is like a wild flower. In the midst of undistinguish forest, sorounded by the thorny bushes of life, she exist.
A strong faith to catch a glimpse of the refulgent horizon, a manifestation of the butterfly she's longing to be with in her blooming season - she recursively wish.
And a tender loving care beyond her distinctive nature - her often dream.
At night, when the moon is high and the stars are gleaming,
Steadfastly, she prays for the dew of Divine healing,
that it may gently drop at the birth of the brand new dawn,
and her beloved butterfly from the West shall spring up victoriously.
Then fly with bravery into the woods where
she mundanely respire, to take and bring her into
the beautiful valley of their dreams
where they both belong, and destined
to live happily ever after.