Loving him is building castles in the sky- a flight of fancy,a flutter in your heart.
The glide,the skip, the twist,the air- lifting you up,up and up - a cruise through the clouds.He is your dream,your hope,your wings,your prayer .... the sound of falling feathers.
Straight from above,like an angel.
Now angels aren't meant to be kept in cages- birds of flight ,birds of freedom.
His love is your freedom from hate.
Because loving him is sacrifice :
The gravel in his voice,
The pain in your heart.
The sound of his footsteps,
The wave of your hankerchief.
The smile on your lips as he spreads out his wings to soar into the azure heights...

The taste of warm tears as you watch him fly away.