On wings of love, he lifts me high
where astral garden bowers lie,
as dream transcends the test of time
and lovers weave eternal rhyme...
birthing sonnets with every sigh.
'Neath graceful Luna's watchful eye,
while constellations gather nigh...
to sublime peaks of bliss we climb
on wings of love.
"Come soar with me into the sky."
His call evokes my swift reply,
rapt in his verse, a paradigm;
In correlation, my heart's chime...
"With thee, my soul shall ever fly
on wings of love.