Have a beautiful Valentine's Day

My wife is not mine, she is of her mind. Even though she thinks so, she doesn't need me. That's what I like about her.
She doesn't want to be my world, but she has me in her desires. I can see it in her eyes, the clear presence of our adventures.
She flies with her fantastic birds, agnostics, friendly, by fields of reasons. And when she comes back she brings me sweets.
She does not show herself in the window, with her body illuminated. But she shows the universe, to hunting animals, when she goes down to the market.
She descends from the hair of the stars, right under the ghosts' noses, that she learned to disassemble. And she ends up turning them into toys.
My wife is not mine, she is of her mind. Even though she thinks so, she doesn't need me. That's what I like about her.
She is the captain of her ship.