'the Wings To Fly Again'
Don’t promise her the world,
because it is not yours to give,
promise
to love her completely
she might open up and give you her broken heart,
her most prized possession
in the end
it is a chance she might be willing to take
be the one that gives her hope again,
restore her frayed wings, watch her soar
above the hurt,
above the unknown
with your love
and that little thing called hurt and fear?
Would be a distant memory…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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