The Bluebird and the Alchemist
All the music we would make
Your presence near to me inspires
And for you I am here to take
You're the one my heart desires
On a fine red carpet, down
In satin slippers you will walk
Bluebird queen wearing your crown
With me it's not just simply talk
My love for you makes me create
From nothing come heart songs in gold
Of words and rhymes none will abate
Composing them does not get old
So come my love sit next to me
Let me look upon your face
And watch as I craft out an ode
A brand new poesy to embrace
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