A Little bird visits my window pane
and sings of love,
and things of fun.
He draws thoughts from my heart,
and weaves them into lyrical rhyme -
Sings on, in his sunny voice.
Everyday the song is different,
Everyday the aria, excellent,
Everyday I hear in harmony, "I love you so."
I look out from my window pane:
Near my singing bird, is another one.
Whistling a syllable, humming in unison -
A different tone, lilting the same ode
A blithe trill from one to the other,
A serenade of love together.
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