I've been flailing around
with just one my whole life,
until now.

You threw my world into
Millions of snow flurries,
Beauty in every single snowflake,
Mesmerizing and enchanting as a whole.

You connected me,
Added your one wing to mine,
And together, we flew.
We flew oh so high,
But I guess,
All good things come to an end,
And flying too high is never a good thing,
(Remember Icarus)
And my one wing fell,
And I dropped,
And I was one winged again.

I will never forget the feeling of flying.
No other wing will fit me as perfect as yours did.
*Je t'aime avec tout mon cœur.
Á bientot...