My wings were sore
from flying across the heavens
but finally I arrived at your door
the front steps made of cloud
the porch made of carnelian
your eyes greener than jade crystals
your lips as red as my beating heart
and I dropped to one knee
and you looked at me with a smile
yes even here in this place of purity
I want to marry you and spend
an eternity flying beside you
even with sore wings.
Copyright august 2013
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