CRANE FLIES

You are my crane fly who flutters

on gossamer thin crystal wings,

turning to face the sun as you go through the air.

Now I see your beauty as strong and as delicate,

now that you are my girl.

We enjoy life at our own steady pace

doing our own little bit having a laugh.

I see you smile, your face lightens

in the midday sun as you look into my eyes.

I know that you are my soulmate

and we have succeeded against people’s bickering.

This is how we will face the world,

in our brave little partnership.