Beautiful, Gentle and Fragile One

There within patches of baby blue so alone... you float beautiful, gentle and fragile one; then, someone who admired your beauty, gave you this sweet, pretty name: butterfly! Do you ever want or wish to come down and stay a day to kiss lovely flowers... instead of flying under those clouds, searching for a mate 'till sundown? Beautiful, gentle and fragile one... lovers have a need for butterflies, even more that a painter to draw a lively scene; do we forget about children running on meadows? These open hands can catch you and not damage you a bit; my tender care has no limit: I will protect you all day through! Beautiful, gentle and fragile one... your days are short, only three seasons; don't give us a reason for your sadness: be our friend and make us smile!