The Falcon

Just as the falcon soars above,
There is no limit to my love.
As the raptor's rapture's high,
My love, it flutters to the sky.

The hawk it flies unto the moon,
But my heart, it will get their soon.
The earth below, its grows to a dot
But never forgetting what there it's got.

And once it reaches to the highest peak,
It goes a bit further, and starts to creak.
It returns to the earth not because it's licked,
But because it realizes it's love-sicked.

And there my heart will settle best
In its warm and cozy nest
Where it will find what love demands
Nestled in between your hands.