Release yourself

Is it she

That wants to be free

Why do you hold

Onto love forlorn

So many times

So many rhymes

All is lost when babe is born

The demand to listen

A dew drop glistens

Beware the tempestuous storm

Of love and like

Hopped on a bike

For another she is drawn

Up high in the tree

leaves drop beneath

Let the babe go

It’s time for he

A father is thee

Move on he should know

Don’t be shy

And don’t you lie

It’s ok to search for love

Another muse

Held your glance and bemused

So fly be free white dove