Wings IV

My Love,
Like wings,
Soaring through the heavens,
Reaching out to thee-
For in my heart are precious things,
Which I would wish to share,
Hoping that, in some small way,
That you, in turn, would care.
For my love,
Like wings-
Does spread to meet the wind,
Reaching out to find thee,
To draw thee close...
That we-
Might love again.