Butterfly

You are worth the world
But I can't touch you or you will die
And however much you think landing on me will bring happiness,
It is but an ephemeral one.
And so I have to let you fly
I could not stand to watch you wither away
My heart would break in far more pieces
I would be lonelier then
Than I am with you free!
Every wing flap of yours brings a smile to my face
I know you will always land on a flower next to me
That, and not my hand is the measure of our true happiness.

One life we'll both be butterflies.
We'll both land on the same flower.