Poetry, Prose and Parable.

If love it is you have to say that you feel for me,

Don’t hold too tight, lest I should fight,

And struggle to be free,

Don’t clip my wing to keep me grounded,

But let our love on Trust be founded,

Give me space to fly and soar and roam,

Have faith that I will find my way home,

For as the bird returns to the nest,

Let your love for me be,

A haven of rest.

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