Today my forest is dark. The trees are sad and all the butterflies have broken wings.

Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back and reasons to stay.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches. -Colley Cibbe