Give me flight and I will love you
with a range from earth to sky.
Give me wings and you will never
have to feel the rough, the dry--
for your feet will never touch them.
And though all the world should try,
love would stay forever nested
in our heaven, by and by.
Set me free, and swift as starlight,
I will sail through all of space.
There proclaim our transient loving,
in so doing, give it weight.
Much of love may be the doing
of that thing named chance, or fate;
but let our love be born of freedom:
free of distance and of date.
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