Love
being the ability to fly without wings brings with it a host of health and safety concerns, but of course one never really learns solely by reading about these things, one has to experience and it is in the experience that the differences come to light.

I know that when she is wrong she is invariably right and if it is me that is right it is I that is wrong.

So I soar, hit the floor and end up in between, a pawn to the Queen and occasional mate.

Love,
being the attendant, the waiter, seeya later kind of things,
just like flying
without wings
in
a sea of change.