they say

they say love is like a butterfly

crushed if held too tight;

hold it too loose and it'll fly

they say if you love something

let it go and if it comes back;

it was meant to be but if

it doesn't—it was never yours

but what would they say if

I've let it go three times

and three times it has returned

yet I've let it go a fourth

just to see if it'll return again

I've ran the test of fate

I doubted the route of destiny

but now the truth I shall seek

if this love was meant to be