Butterfly

Written by: Elenushka Toledo

Nobody knows this little butterfly, 
who wonders and roams
who seeks for the senses of love, 
nobody knows her, 

So tender so pure,
little butterfly, her colors 
are baby pastels like new 
souls and holy spirits of bliss.

Every petal touched by her caterpillars 
become an essences to the touch, her 
ultraviolet sight that only she can posses,  

The wonder of her unique little body and 
sense, nobody knows her, nobody
sees the beauty in her, 

Only the blissful 
only the lovers of love, nobody knows her, 
nobody sees her,  

Because those who see 
are blind to her colors and soul, i am a butterfly.