A true gift of love.

Your gift to me I shall treasure

until comes the day when I can

rest upon your chest and feel

the beating of our hearts in unison.

My wings will know the essence of life

upon them as I soar through the skies

resting upon clouds as the ascending

sun skips across mountain tops.

I will wander through the storms of existence,

your love my protection. For I see it now,

no longer do I walk alone, with only my shadow.

I will search the darkness for light

and when needed,

call upon you, my knight.

I will sever no ties, I will stay within sight,

but promise me,

please,

my dearest love...do not wander into the

enchanted forest where I cannot follow,

do not befall the bitter tincture

of love in guise...for if I cannot follow,

If I look and cannot find,

then how am I to awaken you with true loves kiss?

You will be lost to an eternity of slumber

your soul rotting deep within the dark realms.



Karen Hayward ©2016