What do you think love is?
she said.
I answer.
I think love is a beautiful
fallen angel.
Her wings lost
and now earthbound.
With flaxen blond hair
that lifts in the soft breeze.
She stands forlorn
on the top of a hill.
With eyes as blue
as the summer sky.
And a gentle smile
that speaks tenderness.
She speaks softly
in beautiful untruths
Saying she will
teach me how fly
When her wings
are returned.
I say love is you
my fallen angel
The only one
who can make my
lonely heart sing.