Callington, Cornwall, England
Lovely poem *8)
It reminds me of a proverb type thingy someone once told me... you know the kind of thing, like hmmm "Confucious say man with grass growing out of ears shouldn't go to sleep near lawnmower."
Only, this one actually makes sense to me now. Here it is, as it was told to me:
Love is like a butterfly, sitting in the palm of your hand. If you try to hold on to the butterfly too tightly, you'll crush it and it will be gone forever. If you lay your hand open and flat, if the butterfly wants to, it can fly, but if it is truly yours it will always fly back on its own.
Hope that reply makes some sense *8)