Butterfly

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.