Moved By Love

He let me fly free to the sky,
Whispering from far away,
His love into astray,
Protecting me into his thoughts
Letting me go, wishing me well,
and only the best,
Waiting for me to one day,
Maybe, come back to his nest.

Being myself, my truly self,
Supported by his love,
By his memory,
moments of life in care,
His arms open, warm to share,
Maybe one day,
We might find our square.

by Florida Angel

Comments (1)

A divorced man is sad as a divorced woman, but some times this has to be but only as a last thing. This is a good poem its about the loneness that laft. no one sees.