Birds may fly
Content in the sky
But man must dwell
Stuck on ground
In comparison a Hell
Love is the feathers
Which aid Lifes flight
To roam free of tethers
To develop overnight
Women may scream
via mans adolescent obsession
It does have a theme
But results in recession
Love which is lost
Can still be found
With the help of a good man
With his feet on the ground
His head in the heavens
His body on Earth
His luck 6's and 7's
His heart still in birth
With the help of a lady
Strong minded, strong willed
Her actions not shadey
Instead rather skilled
Her aimable heart
Her gracious presence
Where does man start
with bamboozled incessance
His plundering and planning
All overlooked
When he sinks his head
Into a good book
His ambitions and fears
All seem irrelevant
when his lady of years
claims her genuine benevolence