This one was quite a project, and I feel I should repost it
My Love hath wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
My Love doth soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So danceth She–round and round to thee–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept.
My Love doth know–thou, my love, bestow–
Thine Own, as did He dance and graceful stept.
For now as wed… They–Our Love hath said–
Would bear us hence anon as spectral ships;
So lovely They–so lighted, Their display–
T’would ere illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely, we–Love and I, and thee–
Take flight, as once I tasted first thy lips.
- For Gene Roddenberry:
And, to his memory;
Who, in all probability,
And, so very long ago,
Penned the first two lines.