The Wings Of The Love Poem by sara wiliams

it can start in tears
or a simple smile

it may rise while dancing,
while walking in the rain

but when it truly happens
you find your own sky
when it truly happens
you get your wings to fly

and you never do flying
with out his hands taking yours
and you never smile
with out his smile supporting yours

no matter how mine started
it rised when my eyes rised
and my daily question is
if he has time to fly