Fluttering Pangs

A little butterfly flew into my life for the briefest amount of time
Although I wanted to hold her, I knew that she could never be mine
Forced to marvel at her beauty through words and from afar
I watched as this Monarch lit here and there, this Luna danced with the stars
 
This game of life simply has to many dam rules
And to step outside of the boundaries has a way of ending cruel
But to long to touch this little butterfly that has fluttered into my sight
To be caught and held by me, possibly she would die from fright
  
There is absolutely no way that I could rerelease so beautiful a thing
To watch as she would flutter to no avail would pull at my heart strings
She is simply a Ulysses when facing impending doom
A Eastwestfalian Fire Clipper in full bloom  
  
So innocent in her approach to life, fluttering about this flame
For the briefest of time to make her mine, for that there is no shame
But the light from this fire could be both painful and vile
This beautiful butterfly could loose both wings just making me smile
  
The struggle to heat and keep warm such a icy heart
She would work herself to death trying to get a fire to start
Slowly and sadistically she would loose both wings
I know that I would continue to take like it was nothing
  
The slow tearing of both wings couldn't be helped although I tried
I would slowly loose my mind replaying how she cried
So I must treat this little butterfly as if she was a star
With words of wonder admiring her from afar