Love is considered a binding with steel
The hook and line and the pole with the reel
Love is a bird that trills in the morning
Without a willow that whispers in warning
Love is life,
Wings
Freedom
An eternity
Say not so and I will prove you otherwise
Despite the ones that fight, fly, and sigh
Love is the rhythm, the fire, the beat,
The partners that dance in the poured upon street
Love is the eagles that fall
The wolves that howl
The grooming of feathers
And the sleeping together
The rhythm in nature, the song and the voice
The singing in blood that gives you no choice
The fierceness the fire, the fury and fall
STOP!!!
And there would be nothing at all.