Faces of Love

Once upon a time oh so long ago I was loved, violently amidst a whirl of bedclothes cast willy-nilly onto the floor to gasp for breath and hide beside our inhibitions, I was loved tenderly velvet touches brushed on my skin butterfly kissed upon my soul, now so much older I am loved above all the sturm und drang silently respectfully as a baby sparrow fallen from the nest is picked up and handled with care a precious gift.