To the flying wind life has begun.. Our future not yet mapped out but I know with out the stars love couldn't be true.. Mourning doves fly high to touch the clouds.. Never to touch the ground.. Just waiting for true love to be found..As you know, deserts get rain so some people feel the pain.. Love can never be rushed or walked in to lightly.. When you are holding your lover ever so tightly think of love when time began.. God created man then woman.. He must have had somthing planned.. I'll be waiting threw the sands of time to reclaim what once was mine..