Birds N Love

If birds could sing,

as lovers do,

the hearts would then be true.

True to be,

as connected as you and me.

Two hearts that become one,

in the air it will be done.

To hear the clicking,

as it must be,

to intertwine you and me.

For ever a day is,

but one.

The day you became mine,

is the day all birds,

learn to sing,

as lovers do,

from me to you.

Peace