The Fragile Beauty of Love

I hold you within the palm of my hand,

You rest within the creases of my palm;

Small, perfect and wondrous in your magnificence to me.

If I were to drop you, and you fell to the ground.

You would become what you need to be.

Find your wings and be free.

I hold you in my heart,

But know I cannot keep you.

Your love so fragile and so pure, hangs like a silken thread.

So I will let you fall down, down to the ground.

But as you fall, I pray that the divine winds will carry you.

I pray that as you drift down,

that your landing will be sweetness and light.

For you are radiant, and need to be free.

Copyright © 2013 Deborah M. Hodgetts