When

When pigs fly
I will warm again,
and words of love
will form as dew drops
on my evening heart.

When pigs fly
I will see again,
and looks of love
will bloom like kisses
on my trembling heart.

When pigs fly
I will speak again,
and thoughts of love
will sound as angels
from my singing heart.

When pigs fly
I will give again,
and lakes of love
will gush like wellsprings
from my fountain heart.

When pigs fly
I will trust again,
and vaults of love
will fall like tumblers
from my unbound heart.

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