Read to my wife on our wedding day
Truer with each passing day.
What poor wings
these words of mine
to carry forth my love to you
from my deepest heart
where all is true and filled with passion's wine.
What poor wings
these sluggard words
which wrap around my thoughts.
As I await you kind reply
I tie my soul in knots.
What poor wings
my finest words
to such an end are sent
evoking just a tender sigh
before the power's spent.
What poor wings
are words
for such a lofty height
for they must burn
their way to you
in spite of darkest night.
What poor wings
these words
the soul of my lips
in each refrain
my heart in every verse.
What poor wings, these words
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