-- Soar --
You are
not loveless.
Some say love
doesn't come
In the
form we seek,
But love
of someone
Nearby
cradles us
When we
least notice.
Love is
eternal though
We are
finite beings
That touch
of eternal grace
Makes us
like angels....
If you
have wings to
Fly, soar
skyward on
Tradewinds
raised higher
By this
beating heart.
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