But baby, you are a butterfly and I'm a thunderstorm. If I fall for you what do I teach the clouds, to fall for forest fires too?? And what good will it do but kill the very thing they love, extinguish the fire and put off the flame for which they crave?
Let me just see your beautiful colours and smile. Let me just sit here instead and watch you silently fly. Coz love doesn't only means to ally.

- Shristy Sinha