Flight

A poem I wrote for Valentine's day, to my girlfriend. I had made her a kite, and this poem was attached to it.

Love is not perfect,
Like a kite bought in a store.
Love is,
Two sticks,
Though perhaps differing in lengths,
Joined by a single thread.

 That one dream in mind,
Flight.

It takes off at the slightest breeze,
and plummets with startling ease,
Love hurts as it tumbles,
And is euphoria as we soar,
But never should we forget and surrender.

That one dream in mind,
Flight.