“Il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'être aimé.” - George Sand
My butterfly, my darling,
How is it you fly in such dangerous skies?
Your fragile wings are not fit for such winds,
Nor your delicate body for such cold.
My moonlight, my darling,
How is it you shine in such unkind darkness?
Surely the proud sun would shun your presence,
And the vain stars cry out in jealousy.
My lavender, my darling,
How is it you flourish in such barren ground?
Any other flower would not dare grow here,
No sturdy tree choose to take root in these soils.
My poet, my darling,
How is it you thrive in such a cruel world?
There are many who would wish to silence you,
Countless voices screaming out in violence and hate.
Oh, my darling, can’t you see?
It matters not how I thrive,
Nor how I flourish, or shine, or fly.
So long as I have you beside me,
The world will be kind,
The ground will be fertile,
The darkness will be gentle,
The skies will be clear.
My darling, my everything -
The answer is to love,
And be loved.
