From the perspective of a bond-bird....
As far or as high, I’ll bear you aloft, for when you’re with me I do not feel the pull of this world’s weight. I wish I had the words to make you understand what you mean to me. All these years, and I don’t know how to tell you. I understand your words. That you could understand mine”¦
I’ll love for you.
Your laughter, so rare and wonderful, like the bough that will bear me. Like the warmth of our home. You make me alive, calling my name. Singing to me. From the day I was born, I was meant for you as much as, I think, you were meant for me. You alone can make me relinquish flesh and bone.
I’ll live for you.
Do you see the world, long and wide beneath us? Tell me where. Anywhere. You are near me, with me, and that is all I’ll ever ask; these wind kissed moments together. That first day we met, ever on my mind. I am yours.
I’ll die for you.
Ask of me anything and I shall do it. Any land, I’ll carry you there. Cold-seared, ice slashing my face, blinding me. Stay steady and warm at my back; I’ll shield you from the chill. High, so high the burning desert sun scorches my wings, sends me back to earth in a plummet if you so wish. Across the waters, eternal in my endless sight, to lands unknown. I’ll fly you there, even if it means my end. Ask of me anything, anywhere. I shall take you there on wings of brushed copper.
If only to see you smile.