There was a far away land
where love was scarce and sacred.
There was a space in time
when women were perfect wives.
There lies the story of Madame Butterfly.
A flower with dreams of greatness
that only love could made real.
a foreigner, filled with deception
in lies wrapped his true intentions.
Tears, bitter goodbyes in the air.
Waiting for her lover
Until words had no meaning
until her heart stopped aching.
Then maybe this would be over.
Loosing faith in a forgotten promise
cried the last cry, Madame Butterfly.
© 2014 Anan Celeste