yes, a butterfly is daring
and pretty, that's true.
it's a symbol of freedom
and breakthrough
yet its wings bear the
weight of a heart that won't stay,
and loving such a creature
brings pain in its own way.
you try to embrace it,
to hold it so near,
but its delicate touch
fills your heart with fear.
its wings may brush your fingers,
then flutter away,
leaving you longing,
yearning for it to stay.
through depths,
you cherish its flight,
but a sorrow lingers,
an ache in the night.
for you know deep inside,
as you watch it roam,
that love for a butterfly
may never find a home.
— v.ceto
