Things left unsaid...

How can I describe to you, my little bird...
How it unites in the beauties of form, color, feeling, song, memory and life.

I would tell you that it is the greatest marvel of all, and I should only be speaking the simple truth. But to put all this into suitable words, I should require a voice far more harmonious than that which is bestowed upon my species - for I am the humble owl that you mocked.

I will not tell you to what degree it is dazzling of a sweet song who as you know, is bittersweet still appreciative.

I am content to delegate duty of watching, listening and admiring, while to myself I reserve the right of loving; he said this may be less attractive to the ear, but it is sweeter to the little bird- caged in my heart.

I love you, I love you. I can not reiterate it too often; I can never express it as much as I feel it.

I recognize it in all that somehow surrounds me.
Love, you are the solar spectrum with the seven luminous colors, but the sun that illuminates, warms, and revives.

This is what you are, and I am the lowly woman that adores you.

and so worth was the exquisite pain-
For without the bitter the now sweet just would never ever be the same.

Nothing is forever no matter how much we try, the trouble with hello is the fear of goodbye.

Hello lover,
Me.