It is in the darkest moments
When life has worn her down
When her eyes are filled with tears
Her smiles lost to a frown
It is then when she truly needs
Your love to give her wings
To let her fly free again
To let her sweet soul sing
And if she doesn’t feel you there
Then weighted she will be
From that spot she will not move
Her spirit won’t fly free
She’s a creature born of fancy
That will always return more
That which is given unto her
When you make her truly yours
So take gentle care and caution
With this spirit that freely flies
For if you do not cherish her
Then that spirit simply dies.
My sweet wild thing You cannot lose my love, once given you always have it. You can ignore it, you can try to break it,...