Fly Free Little Birdy

Finally I see
that patients is the key, 
To loving freely. 
If you'd to think love as a bird
That you wish to feed, 
You wouldn't go forcing it the seeds?
So why do we hold onto love so frighteningly tightly?
Just like with a bird, 
Hold out your hand
As if to say come to me. 
At your own pace
This isn't a race. 
By doing so you leave the space
For trust to grow
As time goes by
The results will begin to show
As our love naturally grows.