Love is not a chain that binds
One to servitude for life.
That kind of love is an anchor that
Pulls all to drown in the depths.
It is not a possession to be held,
But a sharing, never to be had, only to be given.
The truest love is like two eagles in flight,
Each soaring over the heights of joy,
Pleasured by their wind blown plumage.
What makes it love is not that they are flying alone,
But that they are flying together.