It's about time someone sees me.
In my  poor sullen  efforts to give up,
you saw my broken wings.
You said they glowed in the night.
I had dreams of being chosen.
Chosen to fly to you.
Finally ,
a being worth more than lust.
Only he recognizes the purpose
of my creation.
It was so magical,
the way our true selves transformed
into one light.
Shining simultaneously.
It is to keep us lit
through dark times. In a whisper,
they will come.
I felt it just then my love.
It sang a melody far greater
than any love song.
It was real.
It's about time someone needs me.
Finally,
feelings of my heart lifted.
Any higher,
it would burn next to the sun.
But, what is pain,
if I'm with you.