Subtly she acquiesces

Lends her form to me

But as quickly as her love professes

She longs to be set free

Hard, yes, she is hard to catch

Yet harder still to hold

She'll force you all your bounds to stretch

And still her heart grows cold

How to keep her affections

You may never learn

In spite of all her imperfections

To capture her you’ll yearn

Perhaps she, like a butterfly

Must only be admired

Allowed to flit along the wind

Until her wings grow tired

Sometimes a sturdy branch she'll find

To rest when she’s weary

But soon she'll feel a warm, soft breeze

And once again fly free

You must let her fly of course

As to touch her wings

Would only break her spirit

And spoil the charm it brings

A fragile thing she’ll always be

One never understood

Yet you’ll soon come to believe

She’s only meant you good

On the wind she comes and goes

Still no matter where she’s wove

In the end the wind she’ll follow

Back to her hearts grove