Wings LXXXIX
By Ld Marduk
Love is like wings,That soar on the wind,In search of a perch,On which to land—For love without… A place to dwell,Is not love at all,But something that is fleeting,And irresponsible.For love doth bring…When it hath found,A place to call its own,Patience, understanding,And doth not care, to roam.So cast thy love upon the wind,That it may find a home,For love without…A place to dwell,Is not love, at all. Written April 10th, 2000 © on Aug 31 2001 01:55 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Love is like wings,That soar on the wind,In search of a perch,On which to land—For love without… A place to dwell,Is not love at all,But something that is fleeting,And irresponsible.For love doth bring…When it hath found,A place to call its own,Patience, understanding,And doth not care, to roam.So cast thy love upon the wind,That it may find a home,For love without…A place to dwell,Is not love, at all...."