Bottled Love

Away on the cold winters breeze,
    My love to you sings its own song in a soft melodic tone
Just waiting with no response.
Waiting.
And through the midnight air,
A love bird flies with its songs shrilling.
And
    My
        Love
Seems so bottled that it could never escape.
Almost imprisoned in its own purity that it waits....
Emotionless.
    But
        At
            The
First sign of movement through your eyes it lets go.
Freely
        Flying
            To You.
        Bottled love so pure spreading across.
And you catch it,
                and take it in gently.
But suddenly release it upon the
    Breezes.
And it is now and forever gone
            To the world.
My
    Bottled
        Love.