I do not know if love has wings,
when your laughter's magic,
bright upon my deepest gloom
is frosting on my cake.
I do not know if love has wings,
when gentle words and softer hands
lift the burdens of my day.
I do not know if love has wings,
when the she-lion roars in defense
of her mate beset by dragons.
I do not know if love has wings,
when heart to heart in breathless throws
till not but softest sighs remain.
I do not know if love has wings
when sail is raised and course is set
through tidal waves of earthly care.
You are the fair wind at my back.
I do not know if love has wings
to rise and soar the clouds like angels.
I only know that you have lent me yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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