every song  is dripping irony
because they say how much you love me
wide as the ocean or beyond stars
deeper than caverns and brighter than the sun
but our love is small
like nervous glances, sweaty palms,
our heart is loudest, but our mouth is silent
it is nervous and tedious
creeping through us only on occasion
like mice skittering or butterflies,
landing briefly
only to see shadow and escape towards the sun
careful, careful
but don't leave this yet,
butterflies traverse the world for their desires
and they haven't broken yet