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