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Rated: E · Poetry · Relationship · #2267698
Little bird, little bird...

If ever you should fly away,
upon some chilled and cloudy day,
what would I think, and feel, and do
upon that day there was no you?

For you're the balance in my soul.
You've made a half into a whole
entire entity from two...
on such a day, what would I do?

The path of love's no easy trail,
'tis filled with work and much travail.
Yet deep within your eyes I see
a Promised Land of Thee and Me!

So on some chilled and cloudy day,
if you should choose to fly away
'twould be the end days for me...
but me alone. As you'd fly free

out of the chilled and cloudy sky
to sunlight only you can scry;
upon a path I cannot share,
in hope you'll find your purpose there.

And I, alone, a half once more,
will watch you as away you soar.
Our love once young and filled with fire
become, that day, a funeral pyre...

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