Flying

How many years did I search for you?

My whole life.

How many years were you here but I could not find you?

Too many to count.

We walked through this world together, but remained apart.

We carried too many people besides ourselves in our hearts.

Hoping to live up to the dreams others had for us and not what we wanted for ourselves.

Let them go, let them go…

They are only memories now.

The struggle we had with each other was really within ourselves.

We could not live up to the image placed upon us by others, hoping we would live the lives they were unable to obtain themselves.

Let them go, let them go…

They are like Shadows that cannot exist where there is nothing but light.

Not until recently have I seen the warmth in your eyes my soul longed to see  or felt the love in your touch so strongly.

Our love is different now, a change, from a caterpillar to a butterfly…with wings that allow our hearts to fly to the far reaches of the earth.

Not until recently have I found the love I will carry into eternity.

It is there, where I can feel it, blooming like flowers in spring.

It is there, in my heart, wrapping itself around its beat like the soft shell of a cocoon, protecting me from the painful world, hiding my soul from the eyes of  men who only wish to harm the fragile gift of  love.

I feel it…it gives me life.

It sits within me as a promise, a knowing that all will be well, even if it does not appear that way to others.

Love is worth waiting for.

Your love is worth every second we spent living together even if our souls were living apart.

Our love for one another is something that we will never forget for it will never pass away, needing to be remembered as a faded photo in a book of memories.

No, it is alive… It will always exist.

Love comes when least expected, love grows when fed from the heart.

Love flies when it is shared with another freely, without question of whether it is good enough for those trying to mould your life to their desire.

I ask myself, “Is this love something I must grasp?”

I answer, “No, it is to be set free.”

For in setting this love free, it flies beyond the boundaries of our hearts to touch the souls of all who see.

I let it go, I let it go…

Fly!