Once came a bird,
so dear it took my heart away.
Tender feather of my dream
soft and gentle to the soul, seemingly,
I was to get lost to her world
top a tree less favoured.
The drift was a swing
up and down jingle
of my heart, still stuck
but not all the way.
It was a sway
beyond my fragile frame
Set for on and on, but
Upon my limit, from the swing,
This dear begged to honour fall