Angel's Sacrifice

If I don't fly I'll die.

But I'd cross the earth wingless just to have you as mine.

You may not know what it means to me; but I know all too well.

For if love was a hole then I sure as hell fell.

Not a thing will change it, not gold or better name.

For you are my success. Yes, you are my fame.

And I'd cross the earth wingless if that means you'll be mine.

Reviews

[sirenribbon@thehptshirt..]

This is a fresh lovely sting of a poem. Cheers!! For you are my success. You are my fame... This is a good piece about devotion. I love how I feel a very personal emotion when I read this along with "Childhood Fantasy". "The Man Amongst The Cedar Trees" was a fantastic descriptive. In ending,I will say I am impressed.