If Only I Could Write a Love Poem

I want to write a love poem to an angel I saw everywhere I looked
But I need to know what love feels like because pretty isn't a feeling
Her wings made me want to fly and her smile made me start to cry
So how can my eyes be the part of me to tell me what love is
I longed to kiss her lovely smile but my lips know less than the rest of me
My chest beat like thunder but the heart pounding underneath knows only how to fall
Not how to rise up and fly next to her and embrace her heavenly soul
What am I that thinks me worthy of rising in love with one so gracefully pure?
How can I reach her to even hope she might notice with nary a feather to lift me?
Perhaps I can purchase a hot-air balloon or a rocket to carry me into her sky
Would it even matter if she noticed me floating by her sparkling eyes?
I am not nearly so beautiful, she might think me a pigeon behind a disguise
And what would I say about why I am here, I am just a lost, wingless butterfly?
So lovely you are I just had to get close to know if what I feel might be love
How do I know a thing I have never seen, smelled, heard, tasted or touched?
And yet felt so strongly drawn to your elegance that I have risked life and limb
To be at the whim of the breeze that carries me high to see you eye to eye
Knowing I could fall so easily into the abyss of a feeling I cannot define
But I think it is worth it when the land appears flat in all directions
To rise up and see how everything seems from your point of view
Would you reach out and catch me if I fell, if I fell for you?