Love is a bird that flies through the clouds
Below all the people finding their way
It swoops upon us so silently,
Delicately, beautifuly.
Love is a freedom,
a privalege in which most people take advantage upon.
Love is never ending,
it stretches past the outskirts of the universe,
and twists through every star,
until it gets lost within our souls.
Love is a bird.
And we, are it's prey.