Love as a bird flying free dying daily to un-cage attachment. Snipping cords binding unwinding expectations only hold a box of memories, only those moments to sleep more on satin sheets in cotton thread. Im not sure if he loves me or if I read, a reflection in the mind of me love as the bird flying free. Come what may as it leaves the warmth of winter awakening spring. Till summer speaks from my window to the bird thats flying free. Detaching the cords uncage my soul, his soul our soul. Upload to cloud in memories. Moments. Quilted in the silken sky. Love as a bird flying free