​Butterfly?

You gifted me a butterfly,

With her dazzling colors and patterns,

Delicate wings, all shimmer and shine,

Fiery orange and soft pastel,

Embellished my tiny castle.

I gently cradle her delicate wings,

As gracefully as it swings,

Guiding it towards blossoms,

Where it dances amidst petals.

Soon, I realized her movements changed,

Her wings were artificially arranged,

Perhaps it was my hallucination,

But things were far beyond imagination.

Little by little, my place was grinding,

I started to find the truth,

A whole trap and feeling of ruth.

Once again, the lies broke me inside,

I hurried to clean the mess.

The next day, before I could take a guess,

She dipped herself into my tears,

The dazzling beauty disappeared,

And it turned out to be a moth.

Contrary to it, I saw you painting the wings of a butterfly,

Perhaps I was mad in love and couldn’t realize…

E.S