A Hawk Like Me

This is a poem written from the perspective from one of my characters to another.

There's a bird flying in the sky
her color is blue,
feathers ginger,
but to reflect on this guy,
she finds herself coy.

She laments with a smile,
though slight,
though handsome,
she glues it on for a while,
and never does it slip.

Her voice is of honey, sweet,
quiet and thoughtful,
short, but timeless,
no matter how trivial a tweet,
I could listen to her all night.

I know no travels of her feathers but some,
whether it be of the ocean
or a plain rough draft
for any piece of art, running, I'd come.
Her talent is priceless.

I'd want this beautiful dove,
but she doesn't want me,
though I am unsure,
she won't reveal to me her love.
So our love can rot,
but I'll always remember, as a hawk like me ought.