Love cannot be constrained. It must be free to
grow,
to lift a wing or dip a beak,
its happiness to show,
to contemplate within itself
the wonders of the
world,
or concentrate on only one
as its gentle wings
unfurl.
Love cannot be understood
if you would try and try.
Defying logic, it will come...
or not... as time
goes by.
Love can be unspoken,
proclaimed in just a look,
or wildly danced upon the floor
of passion's private
nook.
Love needs to feel the freedom
to win or lose at
will.
Love has to settle now and then,
a needy heart to
fill.
So look for love in sunlit skies
or rainy mountain
mist
and hold not tightly to it when
you feel its gentle
kiss.
Penned by
~ Ruth Nott ~