Might

I want to help you fly,
But not away from me.
I want what's best for you,
But fear what that might be.

There is no paradox
More difficult than this:
That I would die for you,
Yet not give up your kiss.

So do not mind my madness;
Fly bravely, if you must:
I'll watch you, happy in your joy,
And teach my heart to trust.