The birdies sing their mating songs,

and tweet through half the night;

Humans say "I love you"

and hug with all their might.


Is deep love a hopeless image,

of what cannot come true?

Or is deep love that highest feeling:

soul binding of a two.


Of course the birdies do not think,

of what true love can be;

In present tense they sing their love,

the future can't be seen.


Who is better off,

the birdies in the trees,?

Or me with my future visions,

of my love set far from me?


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