Flying
• poetry
As you hold me tight
Ever so tight
That I can’t breathe
I feel like a bird
Flying, soaring,
Ever so high.
Icarus, such a fool,
With his wings
Of wax and feathers
Close to the sun,
He could not go
For he did not fly
Simply as I do,
Soar, as I do,
Ever higher I go,
Closer to the sun,
And all because you love me!