The Bat and The Butterfly

She is the love of my soul;
winning her heart is my goal.
She has the most gentle wings
and lands on beautiful things.

I try to show my power,
but she prefers a flower.
A dandelion today,
again she flutters away.

I woo her from the belfry;
she still doesn't notice me.
I bring her some tasty bugs;
she looks at my gift and shrugs.

She desires romance with light.
Why doesn't she like the night?
Her dance is like a feather.
My moves are stiff like leather.

I will not give up this hope
nor my sweet dream to elope.
Till then I will hang around
with my head facing the ground.