Her Wings of Love (Fiboquatro)
her laughter fills the room, lingering over my skin
whilst frail soul dances to the beat
of her heart, lifting
me, beyond
my bed
by
her
wings of love, her perspective for living, not only for today
but, for a brighter tomorrow, ‘cos as I speak to her she sees
me as in me, of yesteryears and of now, for her, I’m no way
despite being trapped, in a special caring, a boredom disease
but
her
love that
I feel more
of a survivor
than a victim of virulent
seas of pain, ‘cos she remained the same, a loving wife
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