When it's your time to fly
Will you claim your keep at her side?
Or set her down?
There's point of crying
Every life is worth dying
His, your, her, mine
Who doesn't want a love so divine?
I will sail the wind without flying
Because…
to live without your love is like constantly dying
Copyright Nicola Bowes 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem