Thoughts have wings

I have no words to tell thee how I love thee,

Words are such feeble things,

But I have thoughts, sweet tender thoughts about thee,

And thoughts have wings.

Therefore I take my thoughts and set them flying

On pinions swift and light,

That they may bear the tumult of my sighing

Far out of sight.

I send them far, to seek in their own fashion,

To seek and find thy breast;

Then whisper all my love, and all my passion,

And sink to rest.