Keeper's Claim

If I were a fluttering butterfly, I'd claim you as my own If you were a flourishing flower, You'd pretty and full-grown If I were your keeper, I'd immediately be there for you I'd claim you as my own I'd mend your broken pedals I'd scrape off the weeds of worthlessness If I were your beautiful butterfly, I'd forever land on your excellent exterior If I were your sun and rain, I'd douse you with delight I'd embrace your iridescent interior If I were the ground of might, I'd hold you up on eagle's wings and take divine flight in a heartbeat I'd fix what's left of you, being your cure so tender and sweet