Flying Away
That I hath now taken to wing
But mine heart hast been left below
Ne'er before hast I felt so full with love
And yet so empty
My love layeth behind me in toil
And I am but as weak as a kitten to aid her
Can she not see me?
Wilst she e'er know how I love her?
I feel her with me
Though my arms be empty
Mine soul is full
I await a word from an angel
And life shall be sweet once more
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