You were a fairy in your teens
With sweet flutter of wings
That gave feathers to my words
For high ecstatic flings;
Together we built a nest in the air
For our roosting hearts to sing,
And the dales of our green youth
With joy of new harvest to ring;
You pruned my wings,
Curbed my flights,
Cropped my soul
Before rising to newer heights of joy,
When another bird took you higher to fly
And I was left wondering with a big, big why.
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