OctPoWriMo 2018! Day 26: inside out

The pale words of love were fledgling first:
they practised flying with their nascent wings.

They fluttered inside, struggling quite for birth
into a world unkind to weaker things.

I nurtured them, not ready to release
them into their first independent flight,
perhaps from fear of what they might unleash.

In opalescing, they grew strong and bright.

The words flew out from right inside my mouth
to form a hummingbird of pure desire
that colours now our every waking hour.

We do not cage its brightened, yearning fire;
our utterances now are ever freed,
and their true flight we never will impede.