The beautiful butterfly under the beech tree,
Flutters with glee,
Brings tidings of your coming,
Makes my heart dance within me.
The first beacon of summer,
Clustering all the joy and shimmer,
Showers on me, making me blush,
Embracing the warmth of you in a hush.
The stars of a lonely, misty night,
With neither fear nor fright,
Show the sparkled love in your eyes,
That never meant to bring
Solitude or a melancholic goodbye.
All my delight has fallen to the bottom,
With the withered leaves of autumn.
Rustling everywhere to say,
The never-ending love has ended
In the bygone days.
The beautiful butterfly under the beech tree
Still flutters with glee,
But has no tidings of you.
It fills my heart with an unbearable chasm,
Exceeding the depth of an ocean’s blue.
The first beacon of summer
Dazzles me like the flame of fire,
Blazing the timid warmth of you,
Reminding me of the destruction of lust and hue.
The star of a lonely, misty night
Still shines with neither fear nor fright,
Its band sparkles to mock in a filthy way,
Perceiving the impatient night, longing for the day.
Love never lies in a deep, tight hug,
Nor in a bonfire’s flame, nor a cozy rug,
But lies in two unsaid hearts
To unfold the sorrows and dreams.
If lost like the dew in the sun,
It stays unthawed like the winter streams.
– Juliana. J. Bonny
