Fly my beautiful cherub, fly;
God’s gift so held a precious while,
Those cheerful moments that beguile
Glad hearts that never grasp goodbye.

I know the time to go is nigh
As you embark upon that mile,
I hide a heavy heart and smile
As tears well up and sting my eye.

This joyous pain cannot deny
Sweet memories that staunch hearts compile
Though it may seem that love’s on trial,
I let you go with but a sigh.

I struggle and begin to cry,
Oh but to have you stay awhile
That love may not endure exile,
I understand, yet still ask why.

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