If words could be like birds
Flitting from flower to flower
from your lips
And soothe the aching of my soul.
like the bird of paradise,
beauty and brilliance
holding no more value than to smooth
the ruffled feathers.
Words that are
Estranged from the flight of
can be deceptive.
Nothing but a spectacular display
Of the plumage of charisma and intelligence
Meant only for the courtship dance
And so moults once the chase is over.
If only my love I could pledge
By deeds instead of words.