You marvelous creature,
You who observe the world in a cloud of passiveness,
counting the seconds till your wings start to fall.
For your wings shall float in an endless current of wind,
transporting your triumphing beauty along the grassy meadow.
My lovely butterfly,
For in your flight you shall find satisfaction;
and when it ends you shall find peace.
For in the very last moment when your wings find themselves withered,
they shall continue to float along the fallen leaves.
My beautiful love,
© 2012 Yamil Sárraga