Old Poems

Come to me my pixie sprite

hold my hand and squeeze it tight

spread your wings and we'll take flight

soaring high into the night

we'll head towards the starry sky

whirling twirling as we fly

burning bright as clouds blow by

the feelings here will never die

if by chance it starts to snow,

higher still we'll have to go

until we leave this world behind

one breath, one soul, one heart, one mind

through each other, our selves we'll find

before I met you I was blind

now I see that I was wrong

it's with you that I belong

so hold my hand and squeeze it tight

we'll fly as one into the night

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