I’ve met a bird with no wings last night,
It sat on my porch and sang,
Leaving no space for fright.

I watched it grasping the sharp air,
Speaking of a troubled heart,
How much everything might not be fair.

Cold breeze strangled its dream,
as the moonlight fell on me reflecting nothing but thee,
It made my heart violently scream.

Not a single letter can bare your name,
Nor can any poem sing this pain,
Nothing can put down that flame.

I loved you silently and truthfully,
Perhaps not enough,
So I will leave it to another to do it fully,
Shame on heavens for being so rough.

In roses I’ve never bathed,
Sadly my cheek and tears met,
For you I waited,
Just to welcome my own silhouette.