A/N: Something inspired from "Where No Man Has Gone Before". Gary Mitchell quotes the first three lines of a poem called "The Nightingale Woman", and it always irked me that the poem was never finished, so I decided to finish it for him. Sorry if it's bad or if it sucks, it was just an attempt at me writing poetry.


My love has wings,
Slender, feathered wings,
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.
Trailing black feathers on the ground where she walks.

My love has eyes,
Dark, watchful eyes,
Endless and deep and black as night.
That glow with warmth when she smiles.

My love has lips,
Lovely, red lips,
Plump and curved in a graceful smile.
Perfect for when she kisses me.

My love has a heart,
A shining, golden heart,
Casting warmth and light on those around her.
Beating with her love.

My love has wings, eyes, lips, and a heart.
But most important of all,
She has a soul.
And I would not have it any other way.