by Ben
FreelY flying , a bird In gentle air
JOY on colOured wIngs it did wear’
With heaven’s scent in each sphere,it did
mix’
Though,if God for it beauty on each bough
did fix’
Jumped it frOm branch to branch’ and
finallY on one branch did sit’ There on
next’with arrow of love was hit’
Saw a bird like what no one ever,it had
seen’
Its heart never,to such sweet murder had
been’
But as most often,love forms against own
form’
For love is too Young to understand rule or
norm’
It mis’fitted for their communitY so’
That she too a love’lorn said Yes bUt heads
denied with No’
Both plaYing tOgether,to sing a cOmmon
sOng’
Which bY familY was rejected and
committed wrOng’
Both set seprate as bough from branch
broken’
SepratIon’ Of Imbalance lOve is tOken’
Weeping with brOken heart,in nests apart’
TheY claim,whY families tear heart from
heart’
Now with lover’s heart and limp watch for
long theY did’nt meet’
To cast love’s spell and kiss with lips sweet’
FinallY, with lOvers fOrtUne theY met On
one pole on two different electric wire’
Loaded chests and hearts burned with
passionate fire’
Their beaks theY locked for a warm kiss’
Wires gOt crossed,their death pleasure of
union did miss’
Then Love fOr long’love seek’xt’
God said,heaven Is thY bed next !
