He felt like home
The other half of my soul
My heart has always been homeless

I held a nomad's heart
Unable to take part
In settling for a love that was fruitless

Yet with him, time stood still
Leaving my fate unfulfilled
With him, I found no need to wander

Because of him, I stayed
He consumed more of my days
In him, I found safety and comfort

Then one day I realized
I became spoiled with vice
For I was a vagabond who stayed

What use are my wings
If I am not exploring
My heart was simply led astray

As though I was caught under glass
Because I had trespassed
In a home that was not meant for me

He felt like home
When I did not have my own
I was not looking for one initially

I explored love's territory
Leaving my own love's story
As I resume my journey again

There are times I still wonder
On those days of endless ponder
If I had made the right choice in the end

As I sat, I watched closely
How uncomfortable my gaze made her feel
Not once, not twice, have I caught her eyes on me
Even though I'm dying, I prefer not to see

Love begets loves
And love is never made for one
It is not to be hidden, it is to be shown
And to be treated with care, like precious gold.

I'm good at putting up a front
But now my guards are down
There is this tingly feeling in my guts
I think I've got butterflies.

Butterfly of gold, butterfly of gold
So fragile, yet very precious
Butterfly of gold butterfly of gold
Do not lose thy Luster to the test of love