“Love can’t spread its wings and fly, because love is an ostrich. But it can sure run fast!”
“Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.”
“They cripple the bird's wing, and then condemn it for not flying as fast as they.”
“If my love could be represented by a blur, it would be the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. Did you know that my love is the only love that can fly backwards? ”
“Spread your wings. Fly as far to know who you are.”
“The birds fly south for the winter not because it’s cold, but because they have wings. Similarly, love has the ultimate flight pattern, and that pattern is plaid.”