Poetry, by Keldwin

Her face is the moon's surface.
She is always in another world,
Thinking if this life was for her.
She believes she has no friends,
So she is that single grain that does not get digested.
She is the one that is left behind;
When you see her, you have to hide.
But when he sees her, he wants to glide to her,
He knows that beauty is within,
And that her smile shows it all;
When he kisses her she fully transforms.
She goes from a simple caterpillar to a beautiful butterfly,
So when he goes away,
She has no hope,
And the butterfly moves onto another world.