On the wings of songs and love

Love...
What a sense of light!
Comes somehow spontaneously
And remains for life.
With the years, though vague,
But the heart is always
Memories of light comes in.
And always calls us back
Where your heart has blossomed.
And where was flying in the heavens
On the wings of songs and love.
Where Manila soul beauty
And nights star, beautiful...
Cherry white and heady,
And gentle warbling Nightingale.
Was the soul we are close,
A world alone-the only...