If I were to love,
Would my love choose to stay?
If I were to find my life in your eyes,
Would I look away?
If I were to be like a feather,
And never learn to truly settle,
Would still see my life as a treasure,
Instead of fool's gold.
My heart may never pitter-patter,
And cheeks never turn red.
But, the butterflies may find their rest,
Perched on my stomach.
You may never be my hearts desire,
Your love remaining unrequited.
But to feign passion,
As I am too damp for a spark.
Would leave us without a match
If I were to never love,
Would my life have lost its abundance?
If I were to never lose myself in another,
Would my life be defined as a blemish?
But to claim my heart is tied to another’s,
Like Mr. Rochester under a tree,
would be folly.
As I am not Jane nor will I ever be