Like a butterfly in their silky case,
You keep me cocooned in your embrace. 
You light me up like the moon—
That the sun had showered with its grace,
And to you, my texts are like a diary you'd never misplace.

Why, I'd asked. 
The reason was inexplicable —
You'd said. 
The more you hold me, 
The more feelings grow inside me.
And love is not the only one I want to hold dearly. 

—Jane