Giving Her Wings

Updated on November 5, 2017
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I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I live in the suburbs of Riga, Latvia. I have a wonderful cat named Sid.

His love took her to the skies,

flying ever so high,

his love gave her wings -

to do unimaginable things.

To become one with nature

and blossom like a rose on the vine,

as long as his love was hers,

it took her heart to greater heights,

sailing on clouds above.

She had long forgotten what it was like,

when she didn’t have his love,

to give her wings,

to make her glow

and be warmed by his tender smile.

She knew that if ever they said good-bye,

her heart would cease to beat,

frozen in time -

never to love again.

So she reminded him to never forget,

to say I love you,

at the end of each day,

for tomorrow might be too late -

finding one of them on the starry path across the heavens.

So let your love give my heart wings,

while we can smile together,

walk hand in hand

and live for our love.

In turn he knew to hang on,

to kiss her,

to treasure the love they shared,

so much time has gone by,

so much still ahead,

they were glad for all they had,

looking at each to say -

thank you for giving me wings.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Manatita. This is a most passionate and wonderful write. My email spidrella@gmail.com

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      manatita44 4 weeks ago from london

      Thought I had your e-mail. Can't find it. My very last poem today I noticed also has the word. But here is the one that I was looking for:

      A Tapestry of Colours

      Rain clouds are descending,

      Like a multitude of sentient beings.

      Struggles rise from the embryo;

      Sometimes taper with passing age.

      All around is wonder;

      Yet my heart is paved with sorrow.

      Spring rises;

      Nature offers solace on solemn days.

      Hope pushes me,

      In search of an unfathomable tomorrow.

      I rise and sleep, and sleep and rise…

      Still no beacons; no virgin dawns.

      Beneath this murky veil, my flame burns brightly;

      Routinely, I pursue my own desires.

      -Manatita, (Bard of Solace), 12th October, 2014, © Copyrighted

      Thanks Gypsy. Hope it's not too bad posting it here. Peace.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Shyron.

      Thank you Manatita.

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      Shyron E Shenko 4 weeks ago from Texas

      Awesome Gypsy, I love how you express your love for each other.

      Blessings my friend

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      manatita44 5 weeks ago from london

      Flying on the Wings of Love, eh? Awesome! I am a bird of hope, trying to ascend to the pinnacle of Beauty. Great poem.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Thank you Bill.

      (Smiles back) You welcome ThreeKeys.

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      Bill Holland 5 weeks ago from Olympia, WA

      A celebration of love...beautiful!

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      Threekeys 5 weeks ago from Australia

      This is so beautiful. Tender sentiments and the positives of love. We need that. Thank you Gypsy Rose (smile)