By Nicholas Gordon
Given angel's wings, where might you fly?
In what sweet heaven might you find your love?
Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,
Lost between the wonder and the why?
If you were but a flame of pure desire,
A light so lovely you could not be seen,
Near mad with yearning, yet somehow serene,
And that were all, what more might you require?
Given angel's wings, where might you fly?
In what sweet heaven might you find your love?
Unwilling to be bound, where might you move,
Lost between the wonder and the why?
If you were but a flame of pure desire,
A light so lovely you could not be seen,
Near mad with yearning, yet somehow serene,
And that were all, what more might you require?
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