I only ask a small favor
To the passing butterfly,
That his wings bear my message
As they touch the clear blue sky.
Though it may be filled with things
Like tears full of sorrow,
I beg you still accept
Or else I’ll have no hope for tomorrow.
Please tell my love about the time I’ve spent
Reading her loving letter,
And only wishing
That she would come to make things better.
Oh let my message take flight
So that it may reach her gentle ears,
And give life to the chance
Of ridding my constant fears.
And if this task be far to much a burden on your silvery wings
Then venture forth into the glorious sun-lit beams,
And tell the world how I spend my days
Thinking only of her and nearly drowning in my tearful streams.