Taking Flight

Love is in the air. I can feel it all around me. I breathe it in like sweet incense. I am so overwhelmed by it, that at times I feel like I could fly. Effortlessly. Just think of moving upward and do so through pure will. This is what she does to me. She sends me soaring through uncharted skies. Sailing through the velvet blue it seems like I'll never come down. But I do. Because down on Earth is where she is. You see, my love for her gives me dominion of the skies. But she has no such love for me, so she is a prisoner to the Earth. If only she could see me as the captivating vision of perfection that I see her as, then we could take to the air together and ride the North Wind from here into eternity. But, alas, all my dreaming brings nothing. She is still stranded on the ground. So, for now, I will stay on the ground, so I can always be by her side; and maybe, someday, I will teach her how to fly. Then, and only then, when she is ready to come with me, will I take to the skies again.
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