The butterfly
She Of course, she Not seeming to understand how fast the immovable city moves Fluttering her heart Pumping her wings Smiling and looking frantically in pretense For she doubts without a doubt the knowledge of her strength Begging forth Pleading backward Her curiosity questions And her worth commands She takes on the whole world The fearless little beauty In her eyes the giant will try to stay ever But what she doesn't know is The world trembles before her The building cracks at her glimpse The elephant scared of the little mouse The trope is thus For she is a she Blinding and sparkling Disarming and elegant Powerful like despair Enormous like a spirit Inescapable like an idea Attractive like a smile in a crowd Thus I smile To observe her Thus I dare To write of her Thus I honor To protect her Thus I hope To love of her