Butterfly

Ah! What colors they have
delicate and yet so bright
full of varied hues these wings
with which the butterfly flies

I do not dare touch them
for they may just break apart
or at least lose its color
not let butterfly be butterfly

In life, cannot touch butterfly
How do I touch your being
for that is so delicate and pure
that my hands may leave marks

How do I hold you close
how do I feel your breath
how do I be in your life
if it takes away your colors

Yet we are bound together
by a thread that's delicate
it does not touch your wings
does not harm your being

We are bound together
by a delicate thread that
I had tied with you once
a thread of dreams ours

Don't break the thread
for it carries my being
it carries my hope in it
carries my spring, heaven