Love is the wind under your wings
That propels you higher and higher;
It is the dance of moonbeams,
Free and light,
Soft as an evening choir.
It is as delicate as the wings of a butterfly,
Yet stronger than any rock.
It is the epitome of patience,
Like the lapping of water against the boat at it’s dock.
Love is the laughter that echoes across a summer’s meadow,
The scent of freshly cut grass,
The last shadow of the sundial, everlast.