I know this is a very raw poem, but its from the heart?
Loves for the birds in the trees,
but babe I don’t know,
if I could stand the image of
you without me.
They flutter and fly;
singing the melody of love,
I’ll never understand why.
But will you be my bird?
Listen to my every word,
sung out in the hope you will hear.
I created your own tune,
and I’ve sang it
under every moon.
I know no matter how far way
we will share the moon
no matter how long you stay.
We can share a heart,
and I know we already do
cause the birds
just started singing our tune.
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