I could never love thee more ,
for if I had ever loved her less
then What hope is there. of my bequest ?
And all those things that charmed her most ,
was God the Son and the Holy Ghost.

So beit then the birds that scattered and flapped their wings ,
just as she was about to sing .
When the weevles forgot they had no voice ,
As all the insects and animals drew ever near .
Just for what they were about to hear .

And so the birds had flown to the four corners of the earth
to pick the rarest flowers and weeds .
And so the birds with all their enchanting ways ,

returned with their flowers and weeds ,
and placed them in a basket one by one .
In front of a forever ripening sun .

And so she thanked the finch ,
The blackbird and the

thrush .

But the magpie swooped down and stole her  heart ,
The most beautiful thing that set us apart
Just when I had set out our table for two .
She screamed as that  bird flew
And left that gold trinket in it’s nest of love .
For days it stayed perched above ,
Singing it’s sweet songs of innocence and  love .

And then one day she  flew away ,
and fell in love
With the most enchanting song you ever heard .
The black of the devil ,
The White ,
of God
And now demons and black angels ,
Can be heard flapping madly at my door at what they had heard .
but that voice that once tought my heart to sing
was never heard of again ,
and of that ,
Is the one thing
I
am
sure .
Is that no , no more .
I would ever hear her voice no more