Pretty Bird
What you see when you look at me
Is a man in quiet love
With a pretty little bluebird
She's all that I think of
Don't worry though, no one will know
That she's always on my mind
I keep it to myself and hope
That one day I will find
Her sitting at my window sill
Her wings spread open wide
Calling me to come to her
To live with her inside
The nest that I've been building
One twig at a time
A comfy, cozy cabin
The doorbell a wind chime
The windows looking out across
Vast fields of lilacs there
Each brand new day a fresh bouquet
From me to her to wear
Written out, the ink of love
Flows freely from my pen
And every morning I will write
An ode to her again
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