Feather.

So the love of my life has inspired me once again.
Gosh. I need to study.


"Driftin' away like a feather in air. Lettin' the words take me away from the hurt and despair."


It's beautiful.
Innocent and pure.
And I'm mesmerized, passionately allured.
Soft and weightless.
Symbol of greatness.
Not like heartbreak, no, this type of love is painless.
It's that slice of heaven we all get to envision.
If we follow that path, well it's our decision.
Never have I felt that my life was really efficient.
But I'm convinced when our hearts cross paths in a full head collision.
This object has brought me more hope than a dove on Christmas morning.
Where do we go from here?
It's more like holding hands, walking blindly, rather than exploring.
It's as if Saint Gabriel knew the missing part of our love.
Literally a message, personally sent from above.
No words spoken, no love lost.
Just a mindful climax, while we got lost in thought.
Incredible with words, yet I intrigue with action.
Softspoken and humble, I try to watch for your reaction.
This feather has me convinced that we're making progress.
And quite frankly, Progress is Beautiful.
This is a sign made for both me and you to know.
Now I know this isn't my time nor my cue to go.
If we drift, we're drifting together.
And we've always been up in the air, that's why I call you my feather.