Love is not the beautiful pattern on the wings;
it starts as the ground upon which the wings light.
Love is the ability to watch those wings fly solo
and the effort to transform also
so both can soar the skies together.
Love becomes the whisper
between the flutter of wings,
the promise of worlds discovered,
and the air that holds their hope afloat.
****Happy 30th wedding anniversary to the love of my life, DirtMan!