My Love Lets Me Fly

Wind carries my kite high. 

It fights to be free but if I 

give in and release the taut 

string, the dancing colors 

will know mangled ruin -

be lost. 

You hold me tight without 

letting go no matter how I beg. 

You wrap me untangled 

around the strong handle 

of your love. 

You let my colors

out to fly and play -

but not away.