Free birds

The way he looks at her... uniqueness of fireflies beauty in a surrounding of nothing.

The way he hugs her... touch of a butterfly in a wet flower

The way he talks to her... music to out of tone ears

The way she's attracted by him... weirdness of a desire for deep rest

The way she feels by his side... comfort of a caring mother to the just born child

The way she can't kiss him... fear of breaking a precious vessel

There are free birds enjoying the feeling of admiring an unachievable garden.