A Wingless Dream

Love gives you wings,

They sing.

But if its two souls intertwined,

That you define.

The flight,

Is nothing but a cheap glint.

Love is but a dream,

It’s never weak

But a peak,

On the horizon’s seams.

Love in not only for two,

But for a chorus,

Of a never ending sheet.

It is a united beat,

Of every heart in synch.

In love there is nothing,

About your racist thinking.

And it is love,

Which defines,

A united globe.

It is a stove.

For success.

If only you knew,

Or come to know.