Love nestles tenderly, delicately <br />in your arms, warmly <br />tickling emotions with light feathers <br />surely <br />love is something with feathers. <br /> <br />You hold love tightly, possessively <br />suffocating love jealously <br />it wilts, dies <br />a lump of meat, ruffled feathers <br />lifeless in your arms- <br />arching your heart, soul <br /> <br />You hold love carelessly, loosely <br />tossing love hurtfully <br />it breaks loose, fly away <br />like a bird wild <br />gone <br />never to perch, often wry <br />to get hurt on snares <br />leaving the heart longing <br />the loss. <br /> <br />You hold love tenderly, delicately <br />in your arms, warmly <br />love grows, blossoms <br />like petals of rose scented <br />kissed lightly by mornin' sun <br />cooled by dawn dew <br />nourishing your heart, soul <br /> <br />Surely <br />love is something with feathers <br />nestling in your arms<br /><br />Manuel Odeny<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-is-the-thing-with-feathers/
