Analysis of Unrestrained Flight: A Love Written on Hearts, Not Pages

Your heart has written birds on my heart,
Inscribed in feathered script with tender care,
Each line a sonnet in a wordless art,
A language that only lovers can declare.
No book can hold the story we have shared,
For love like ours cannot be bound in ink.

Beyond the page, our passion is unleashed,
And every word is written on our skin.
Our hearts are bound, and all our senses breached,
In ecstasies that only love can win.
Our love is like a bird in flight, unchained,
That soars above the earth with grace and ease.

In this love, we find a place of peace,
A refuge from the world that we can't escape.
We find a solace that will never cease,
A love that's deep and true, no room for fake.
For in this love, we find a perfect fit,
Two hearts that beat as one, forever knit.

Like birds that fly with freedom in the air,
Our love is unrestrained and uncontained.
It's born of something pure, beyond compare,
A force that's stronger than the world has named.
We write our love in every stroke of heart,
A language that only true love can impart.

No books or words can ever capture this,
Our love is far too great to be confined.
It's like a melody that we can't miss,
A song that's played on hearts and souls combined.
Our love is like a bird in soaring flight,
That knows no bounds, no limit to its height.

Your heart understands literature beyond the book,
And so it is with our love, which can't be read.
It's like a language that's beyond the look,
A subtle dance of heartbeats that we've bred.
Our love is like a bird in endless flight,
That soars and sings, and fills us with delight.

In every way, our love is like a bird,
With wings that take us to the highest height.
It's born of something pure, beyond the word,
And fills our lives with endless love and light.
So let our love be written on our hearts,
In script that's free and wild, like soaring darts.

Our love is like the sun that warms the earth,
A source of light and energy and heat.
It gives us life and nourishment and worth,
And makes us feel complete.
With every beat of heart, our love expands,
A force that can't be held within our hands.

It's like a fire that never will be quenched,
A flame that burns with passion and desire.
Our hearts are like the wood that's been entrenched,
Consumed by love's consuming, endless fire.
It's like a bird that sings with every note,
And fills our lives with harmony and hope.

And though our love is free and unconfined,
It's also strong and steadfast and secure.
It's like a bond that cannot be untwined,
A love that's pure and true and ever sure.
Our love is like a bird that's in the sky,
And yet it's here with us, always nearby.

Your heart has written birds on my heart,
And in my soul, our love is now inscribed.
It's like a work of art, a perfect art,
That's never done, but always being scribed.
Our love is like a bird that's in full flight,
And in its wings, we find our pure delight.

So let us revel in our love divine,
And write its story in the hearts we share.
Let us be birds that fly and sing and shine,
And let our love be written everywhere.
For in our love, we find a purest light,
That guides us through the darkness of the night.

The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you