If I was a bird you’d be my wings

Lifting me up out of the blue to hear my melody

So careless and free

A bluebird I would be

If I was a butterfly you’d be my camouflage to keep me safe

Protected under the guise of disguise

A monarch of the ages

Orange and black no longer faded

If I was an airplane you’d be my pilot

Eyes on the skies

No clouds in sight

Wheels touching down on the tarmac

No longer flying still feeling the breeze

Whether I am a bluebird, a butterfly, or an airplane

I am yours and you are mine

An extension of myself

Yet entirely your own

My heart is no longer empty because you are my home