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About This Poem
Little Bird
Love comes softly upon gossamer wings,
Poised on vicarious heart strings.
To bestow a gift to the heart,
Yearning to be an intricate part.
The song from this little bird,
Sings so tender with sweet word.
Perched in the heart's gilded cage,
Braving a rejection from heckler's engage.
So trusting, the door slams secured,
Selfishness whispers of insecurities procured
Locking the little bird and hiding it away,
Like a prized possession on display.
So dependent, like a crutch,
Professing you’ve been hurt too much.
An unhappy, little bird refuses to sing,
From freedom's deficient sting.
Then dueling personalities clash,
A trembling bird escapes a tight grasp.
Closing down that vulnerable part,
That gentle pulsate within the heart.
Fleeing from an unwelcome stage,
A melody silenced in an empty cage.
Without love the music will abstain,
The part that craves wallows in pain.
Love is a very essential part.
The fluttering wings within a heart.
Performed with her freedom waged,
Sung by the little bird uncaged.
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