But, if.

If fireflies are my drones,
They’d flip and sparkle lights around.
You’d like surrounded by darkness' psalm.
But darling, I am not a firefly.

If butterflies are my lips,
They’d hover and nip your thoughts.
I would be drunk of dreams untold.
But sweetheart, I am not a butterfly.

If eagles are my wings,
I could have flown back on your arms.
We’d watch together the world on your palm.
But beloved, I am not an eagle.

Forever, the meadows will be green.
The oceans will be blue.
The depth of this love's chasm,
Unbounded, tireless, quiet shadow.