WINGS (a poem)

Wings, wings, wings!
Could you able to fly my rationality?
Because my mouth couldn't be torn from my face to cross over the sea to tell her.

Wings, wings, wings!
Can you bring my instinct?
Because my brain can't be put out of my head to reach her.

Wings, wings, wings!
Do you afford to send my conscience?
Because my heart couldn't be taken from my body so that it will meet het.

Wings, wings, wings!
Sorry, I can't say it myself because my body is held by a business.

Wings, wings, wings!
My rationality,..........
My instinct,..........
My conscience,..........
are missing to share out with her.