233. To Never Let Her Go

I placed a butterfly figure upon a window, 

and I waited patiently for it to fly away. 

Had I known that it was of paper mâché,

I would've given my hands, to break its fall.

I then caught a wish upon a shooting star,

and I thought that wish would take me far,

but it only brought me three towns over,

to where I found my four-leaf clover.

If that wasn’t enough, she became my turtle dove,

to which I had then fallen madly in love.

She’d become the butterfly upon the window,

to which she would fly high and above.

Still, my hands were there to catch her,

as she was once a flightless bird,

that is, until I gave her my wings to fly,

so that she may touch the golden sky.

I had nothing before I met her,

nothing but a flutterless heart.

Had I known that she would fly away,

I would’ve torn my wings apart. 

I planted a seed in the ground, 

and I waited patiently for it to grow.

Had I known that it was my heart,

I would’ve never let her go.