Wings in the sky.

How shall it be captured?

Is it even cage-able?

Would you stay put if in a heart-shaped box?

Or shall you have to be in massive chains?

Might you like freedom like the birds do?

Would you fly away if I did not grasps you?

Would you stay?

Dear heart with wings,

"Where for art thou?"

The clouds will be writing you letters until you come home.
Wind bringing them to you, in hopes that with the right whistle and altitude, it will arrive.
Safe and soundly to your caressing feathers.