“If you love her, let her go.”  How can I?
A bird with piercing eyes I never want
to let go of.  A caged bird still wishes,
still sings, even if melancholy words
get in the way.  Am I cruel to want to
keep you, my little dove?  Answers come still
and slow.  You have the quiet will to be
so much greater, to be happier.  Yet,
it will still take many cycles of moons
to do what is right, to let my bird go free.
My little bird beautifully compelled to
sing for a master who can’t speak a word
except for “sing for me.”  Is it still love
if you won’t let your delicate bird free?