I let balloons go on purpose giving them the freedom I cannot have, the freedom among the storm clouds that I pine for every night, to be blanketed in sheets of rain drops and tucked in by the fingers of the wind, with the lightning as a night light and a lullaby hummed from the throat of thunder. But, iron trees put down roots in concrete, and, darling, my feet are fixed to the ground. So, I let the balloons go to give them a bed among the clouds.. - See more at: http://poetrysync.blogspot.com/2013/06/romantic-poems-in-english-on-love.html#sthash.Avf6rm8Y.dpuf