Love Is You

It`s a bird. Look at it. It is me. Not a tomtit, Not a bullfinch. I`m a Sirin. Count my wings. Do you see? Do you see? There are three, Three white wings. Look at me. It`s a mask, Not a face. Do not touch. I will tell You a tale About Punch. It is true. It`s my fate. It`s not false. This old tale Is a blade. Let us toss Who should stab This sharp blade Into me. On your lap Is a bird. Do you see? I am scratching your hand and your arm With my sharp claws and pecking your palm. I`m not singing about love. I`m mute. `Cause for me now love means only you.