My love is born on eagle’s wings and soars to the heaven’s unchecked but by the dove of soft song and simple ease of speech. Endless is it’s pursuit in pleasurable companionship, basking in the likeness of spiritclenched souls. Forever bound and tied in freedom. How sweet. How precious and pure. How true and right. But in the shade of the mighty oak my love lies and ponders from afar from lost life’s memories unknown by it’s unremembrance. Hearts so true bound to the endlessness of unreal time. So faithful as to stand partnered forever in the united front of loves common note. So I say to love, I will love. I AM love. I do.