Wings,
Beating wings.
Caressing my face
Like a lover’s hands.
Soft,
Feeling so soft.
They blow away our tears
And cool our tempers.
Love,
Feeling love.
So sweet,
The wings that carry our love.
Wings,
Beating wings.
Caressing my face
Like a lover’s hands.
Soft,
Feeling so soft.
They blow away our tears
And cool our tempers.
Love,
Feeling love.
So sweet,
The wings that carry our love.