Lovely Bird

It doesn’t imply regularity.
But what does?
Soaring above in the velvet sky,
I’m a bird.
But only if you are.
We can soar together,
Over the horizon, above the morning dew,
Love is the wind beneath our wings,
The strength to keep us up,
As we cherish each moment so tenderly.

I sometimes will it to be true.
That we can float, you and me,
But then again,
I can’t wait for you to decide.
If you do not desire to be free to the open air,
Don’t clip my wings.
Don’t restrict me from being a bird.
Don’t stop me from flying.