If you had read my previous post here about my fear of flying then you’d know how I was getting into a bit of a state. I had so many great and supportive comments on that post, it really did help. Thanks very much:) My ode to him – my other half was born out of fear and love very high up.
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I’m not normally the soppy sort but the way that the other half handled my quietness and obvious anxiety was really touching. The hormones must of been raging because at how ever many thousands of feet up on the airbus 319 I found myself expressing my thoughts to him in a poem.
There is no agenda
There is no pretence
We’re together because we want to be,
Together even when I’m tense.
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Like now
As we take off
Like now
As I try to hold it down.
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He sits here, peaceful, majestic
Not a worry, not a frown.
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I love my man to Munich and back
I love him because I can,
He makes it easy to be with him
He makes me so very calm.
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Like now
As he strokes me,
Like now
Gently on my arm.
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So, thank you sweetie for being you,
Thank you for ‘us’ too.
You’ve made this trip just fly by
Through doing what you do.
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This last parts so very easy babe….
Nothing more to say
As we alight this huge great craft
‘I love you more each day’