Ian to Ivy

Like birds without wings
Grounded they may be
Their hearts flutter and weep
For the souls of those they cannot keep
Mine does not
I know our time will be again
Loving in earnest and loving in sin
Happiness to make it happen
Joy be our outcome
Life and death never between us
Though it may be for some
I don’t think I’ll ever stop
Even when there are none

3/2/23

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