Love is not the bird,

Love is not the bird,

It is the song,

That breaks the silence

Of early morning.

Drifting through the trees,

Lifting my eyes skyward,

In search of inspiration.

Love is not the tree,

But the forest that

Stretches out before me.

It is not the hawk,

That hovers

Way up high,

Dancing on thermals,

That rise and fall,

Expanding their horizons.

It is the wing,

That spreads itself,

Opens, flat and wide,

Feathering its way

Between the

Varied layers and densities.

It is not the wind,

But the air,

The breath of life,

That fills me.

And I am measured

By the depth,

Of my commitment.

It is the strength,

Of the ties,

That bind me,

It is the love,

I hold,

For you,

In the cradle

Of my soul.

It shapes

Who I can be,

And there

It will stay,

Love, everlasting.