June 9, 2014

Angie Romano


A precious little bird you are
here sleeping in my arm.
You’re perched upon my heart tonight,
disarming with your charm.

Your plumage is most beautiful,
your colors are so rare,
that if I live a thousand lives
I know none could compare.

Your quiet song brings peacefulness
with melodies so pure,
that nature must have written them,
to make sure they’d endure.

I know one day you’ll fly away
my precious little bird,
but you’ll remain within my heart
where love first softly stirred.