'the cluttered branches' is very beautiful imagery.
I also particularly like 'our hearts dissolve'- I think you've made that feeling of merging and losing oneself quite tangible.
Your opening line, the whole line, actually, is great.
There is this dream-like feeling to this, it's love tied up with the heady mysticism of nature. It kind of reminds me of Pascale Petit (I've been massively getting into her work lately), how she juxtaposes all these abstract themes, like love, with the jungle.
It makes for powerful writing, I think.
Something makes me think of totem animals, too, the soaring bit brought that up for me, but maybe that's just because I was talking about them this morning...
It seems like a dream written down... from an old carved trunk, down to the wings of whatever form love takes in the next form of being... Your transformations are wonderful in this. I like the reincarnate feel to it.
I've just never trusted wings... too seemingly fragile, they are, no matter how strongly structured. The fearlessness of your choice to soar is stunning.