The Butterfly

It landed in my cupped hand,
So beautiful and perfect.
Butterfly of rainbow colours,
So much more than just an insect.

Metaphor for my true love,
Wonderful&;#8230; everlasting.
My heart as fragile as it's
Beautiful, delicate wing.

To keep it in a glass box,
So that all could see him,
Would be holding it confined,
Jeopardising its freedom.

If you really love something,
Should it ever go away,
If it was really meant to be,
It will return to you someday.

Like this butterfly I release,
And so watch his majestic flight.
He shall always live in my heart
Although he disappears from sight.

I might never see him again,
But his love remains forever,
Should I never again see his face,
I know we'll meet someday in heaven.