For a Little Bird

It's you that reaches me in the darkest depths of my mind. 

you love, pluck my heart strings, a final tune that lifts my soul to dance; 

a feat which none before you managed. 

its you, the moon by which my tide responds, 

the stars surrounding my pitch black night. 

you are the color to my greying word, 

the lips i yearn to kiss each night. 

but all these words, such petty things indeed 

mean nothing, for you, my love, are everything. 

its not you who creates the tune, 

for you are the tune itself, 

and i am the soul bound evermore to your melody, 

swaying endlessly, willingly, to your song.