I detest this piece.

Oh but on the contrary, I do not struggle with keeping a man. He struggles in keeping me.

Free spirit who breathes light, how does one keep them from falling for a butterfly? 

Surely we can't be kept. 

To capture such a wondrous being is to keep it from flight. 

Once captured, in your need to control and siphon beauty and keeping her light for yourself...

her dear colors fade and slow death is what becomes. 

Let her fly, all she will do to invoke the right man's love is have him question and hold a mirror to the man he is. 

And watch how he then too decides a caterpillars life, is merely not enough. 

Growth becomes him and an awakening ensues- wings he now attains.