A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush?

And what then is life, if you never will push?

I speak not from anger, jealousy, or greed,

More just from sorrow that I'm not what you need.

Beauty and grace, you hold in your hand,

But passion and fire are both from my land.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush…

If this be your choice, then so must I yield,

But when your bird flies, my heart shall be sealed.