Honey, your wings take me high: A poem 

Honey, 

we didn’t do it for the money 

Those that hated me when they didn’t get it 

should know my duty was never brittle like a brick 

For hate is only a wound of the truth 

And love is deeper than any root 

If there was shame, I considered it all in the game 

knowing that glory was hidden in my name 

These lines of choices are divine voices 

A warm soul knows that even grief rejoices 

The beauty is in the silence when shared 

The knight is valiant who had the devil dared 

I stare at your reflection in my soul 

The magic of you is worth the entire whole 

A universe is never lost in the accidents of fate 

Unbreakable is the pact that I left at your gate 

And as the bird flies, it realises the skies 

are in the grace of a life that dies to rise 

And your wings have taken me to all the highs 

through the yellow ribbon that us, together, ties