Her Wings of Love (Fiboquatro)

her laughter fills the room, lingering over my skin whilst frail soul dances to the beat of her heart, lifting me, beyond my bed by her wings of love, her perspective for living, not only for today but, for a brighter tomorrow, ‘cos as I speak to her she sees me as in me, of yesteryears and of now, for her, I’m no way despite being trapped, in a special caring, a boredom disease but her love that I feel more of a survivor than a victim of virulent seas of pain, ‘cos she remained the same, a loving wife