What soft sweet notes the bluebird sings,
As she lays her head on satin sheets,
A goddess embodied, so selfless it's easy to love...
I've laid with her satin,
As tones project lulling me to sleep,
Thieves we were,
Stealing kisses nightly and storing them under our chests,
She would invite me inside and smile when I left early,
Unlike me to do so,
But the bluebird still sings for my lack of endurance...
In parallel now I leave again,
But with me comes my heart...
For the bluebird not only sings for me,
But for her past as well,
That, complied with my fear of nesting, steals me from her,
Thieves we are,
She steals me back with a single note...
Not enough strength to resist her,
But I must before I hurt the gem that is her heart anymore,
So leave I do,
May the next you sing for be gentle as I,
Her soft sweet notes will stay in me forever,
And I pray the next sings for her as well...