My sweet little pink butterfly
Fly! Fly! My sweet little pink butterfly!
Fly high though you are closer to the sun,
I will be protecting you as the sky,
We will cherish the moment and have fun,
Why fly low my little pink butterfly,
Does sweetness in you are no longer mine?
As you fly does the wind hurt you badly?
No worries! I am here and you are fine!
What happened to you my pink butterfly?
You’ve grown and you can survive on your own,
Do you hate me now cause I am the sky?
My pink butterfly – afraid of being blown?
Not even the time can separate us,
Nor even fate and destiny are fuss.
I salvaged this poem from my long lost blog. I must say, I’ve been writing this kind of style when I was totally in love. I can never really conjure the same feeling nowadays.
I would write them under the title Love Letter. Maybe I should write something like this again. I just realized that this actually a Sonnet!
Do you like this kind of poem? Do tell!