In love there are no guarantees
That even in its perfection it will last
Like a delicate winged bird
It rests upon your soul
Strokes its feathers against your heart
And coos until you ache
Often taking flight
If you do not pay attention to its needs
Caring for its delicate frame
It's perch is tenuous at first
Until it learns to trust
That it has complete freedom in its nest
Only in communicating delicately
With this exquisite songbird
Does she learn
You are not her captor
But her partner in flight