When Love Comes on Winged Things
It lands softly on
The Boughs of timid heart strings
Gently flutter weary wings
Breezes: Love and Like
Passing on Airs of Delight
My, have you seen such a sight?
Love, resting on down
Softer than the moonlit sky
When Love Comes on Winged Things
It is but fragile
Soaked in the Dawn’s Early Light
This poem is an effort to draw on the similarities between love and avian creatures. It is a vision of how awesome love is when you first see it, feel it, the ecstasy that accompanies both Godly love and a love borne out of innocence.