To Whom It May Concern

I wish I had the wings of a bird
With the clouds and wind I would flirt.
I have to admit:
How great to rise above all for a bit.
Singing aloud: look at me,
I am feeling so free, so free!
I'd fly to perch on your heart,
Singing: see, we are not apart,
Bringing you the nectar of love,
In the form of a sweet little dove,
Filling your life with its cooing,
With its tenderness you wooing,
Lifting your spirit out of the dark,
To rise up and sing like a lark.