At what price, love,
the Angel's sing
At what price, love,
the joy it brings
At what price, love,
our spirit's rhyme
At what price, love
—the word sublime
(The Book Of Prayers: September,2020)
the price of love is the freedom to walk on clouds weightless never touching the ground, the price of love is the chance to borrow angel's wings then fly close to the sun, the price of love flying weightless on angel's wings to near the sun, is when the waxed in feathers of our borrowed wings wax melting fall out, the price is the long deadly fall when we soar to close to the sun at our own peril in love, so the myth risk seems to goes
all your lines are wonderful sublime love an endearing write, the contrast is?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wrote the poem 'Who Dares Love Flight Flying Too High' inspired by the poem 'Pretium Amoris' by the poet Kurt Philip Behm and dedicated to Kurt Philip Behm.