Let me mend your broken wing.
I will tend you as my own.
This heart shall never run away from care.
It will give and give until it can give no more
and still try to do more even then.
It hungers for someone to lavish attention on,
it desires something to cherish,
something to increase the beating of its rhythm.
I will heal your wounds,
and graciously let you go
to fly among the skies as you are meant to.
If you come back, I will be here.
If it is destined for you to love another than so be it.
A piece of my heart shall go with you,
hopeful that you find the happiness you seek.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017