I’d like to try, and do my best,
To keep you there, or at the very least
To cage you in my chest.
I would set you free to soar and dream
To be the branches where you keep your nest
But I fear that I would not compare
When your home is a forest
And truth be told, I may be ashamed
That I am sadly seeking others, too
Because it feels dishonest to turn others away
Even if I’m only wanting you.