Lonely nightingale sitting on a branch
Singing in devotion with no one near
To hear the pure chanting erupting from its crackling heart.
Lonely nightingale , although relentless, starting to feel the tragedy of lost hopes that remained unanswered.
Lonely nightingale still warbling, nevertheless wondering how much its desiccating throat can endure, for its cover starting to shed and blood would once in a while scatter its feathers.

Lonely nightingale, might I ask my dear ... What is it that you desire so intensely beyond your own well-being?

True love... It whispered quietly in a raspy voice.

Is it worth it? How could you unyieldingly beg for something you never had, thus never lost?

My child, true love is the only thing in this world which, if you never had the chance to glimpse it, even for the flicker of a moment, you lost it. I will keep humming, chanting, bellowing, blaring, shouting until its fateful occurrence.

What if you never get that love you oh so desperately yearn for?

I will mourn, until death takes me, the half I never encountered. May I embrace them in another life !
M.N.