I want to cage you. To have you as mine, to protect you from the world. To show you off, but rarely let you fly. To keep you close. I'd keep the key to your cage in a pocket of my heart, always with me, never lost, never lent. I'd take care of you, give you what you need, what you want, as well as I possibly could. But would that be enough? I fear not. I fear that no matter how happy I'd try to make you, however devoted I would be, however besotted, I'd be destined to fail.
You're not mine to cage. You're not mine to trap, to admire and hide as I please. You are like a wild bird, destined to fly, to share yourself with the world, to be free. Not imprisoned, by cage or by heart. To cage you, would be wrong.
But I'll keep the cage door open, just in case. Just in case.
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