Let Go of the Kite

A plethora of warmth to only you she could give,

A lady in woebegone once  you would just leave.
A life without you is truly ephemeral,
because you are the one she knows quintessential.

A kite in the sky she’s holding to fly,
she doesn’t let go of the loosening tie.
Ingénue, for she doesn’t see truth,
behind a man who’s candor is moot.

A kite that is becoming on a few hours of soar,
the touch of the thread she can never ignore.
Yet a few of a time the vast wind tries to come,
the kite from a far was retrieving its freedom.

The wind is so lovely,
and so is another girl,
the kite and the wind conflates,
like the man and the mistress fate.

The lady who keeps on fleeing the kite,
find warmth in her hands when it is on flight.
For all she knows, the kite loves to fly,
because only in sky, the wind he could eye.