I can fall through the portal of love as much as I'd like... It still will never be a floor with loving arms.

In a plane I can fly
and soar through the sky
but never a dove
bearing tidings of love.

Though struggle as I might
Why can't I take flight?
Where are the wings on my back?
That say who I am, and keep me on track.

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