Softer than silk
And as warm as warm milk
Light as air and able to fly

Blossom´s know bliss
While they’re waiting for her kiss
Pannonica, my butterfly

Fluttering one
Fair and bright as the sun
Light as wind embracing the sky

Colorful wings
Soft and gaily painted things
Pannonica, my butterfly

Like the lovely flowers
I wait for hours
Just to feel that touch
The touch that I love so much

One day she’ll flutter by
I’ll hold out my hand
And capture my butterfly

Delicate things
Such as butterfly wings
Poets can’t describe though they try

Love played a tune
When she stepped from her cocoon
Pannonica, my butterfly