Flying

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!

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