She sees butterflies
And I see spiders
Her heads filled with rainbows
And mine with colliders
Summer is her spirit
In smiles of sunshine
As I'm traced through winter
With reserved Designs
Her soul is a garden
Where flowers reign pure
But mine is a graveyard
Where decay is couture
For her loves a key
To unlock any room
For me it's a maze
I can never break through
I'll never feel,
The hope that she breaths
And she'll never sense
The fears that I sheave
Because she sees butterflies
And I see spiders
Bravo This is my second reading and it still more to me than ever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'll never feel, The hope that she breaths And she'll never sense The fears that I sheave…a deep felt poem of differences and bittersweet love!