The Spark I Felt

When I felt THE spark, I doubted myself. I never knew I could ever feel this way, It felt as if Two birds fell in love, When the ocean helped the sea turtle, When Cinderella finally found her prince at the ball. But Not as much as Sea otters holding hands, As much as a bird relies on a branch, As much as a true love’s kiss. The destination was near, Yet it felt so far. It just needed help. Perhaps a helping hand To give it a small push Or direct it correctly.