Part III

I feel the captivity and the freedom

     Of my spirit in the presence of yours.
          I don't want to trap you.
          I don't want to hurt you.
               Little bird.
          Will you trust me?
          Can I deserve you?

     Don't be lonely, little bird.
     Don't be sad.
     But feel, still.

Feeling is inseparable
     From life and love,
          And shutting it out
               Is the cage.
But you were born to be free.

So fly from the shadows.
There is light in your wake.