True Love

It was a lilac humming bird, with a crown of shiny gold feathers. A deep blue line connected its tiny little head to its tail. Not all things are perfect, I realized. It moved as graciously as a song. It sounded as lovely as a ballerina. It gave children a reason to calm down. It gave agitated ladies a reason to pause.

It gave lovers a reason to be.

It was a lilac humming bird.

Knocking his beak on my window, whispering words of kindness, giving love, true love, permission to exist.

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