I saw her holding such beauty-
That butterfly with colorful wings
But suddenly she opened her hands
And let it fly away

I was so sad
How can she take it-
Letting go of something she loves?

I looked at her with these sad eyes
And she looked at me in return
Then smiled

She said:
"Your eyes, I know can see
Only the things outside each shell.
I know I have done what's right, my dear
When I love something, I'll set it free
If it comes back, it's really mine."

I was amazed with the words that she said
I turned my back and let my tears flow
For I don't want my reflection to see
What she really feels...