Spoiler! :
our way of love
is that of the birds
i sing you songs
as you pick at your melodies
eloquently
i bring you small things
you keep them in your stash
picking me dew-dipped flowers
my heart on wings
as you press your lips gently to my palm
“keep it,” you murmur with a smile
perhaps the best of all your gifts
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