Love Poem No. 30

My Song

The birds, they sing

a song of you.

As the green grass gathers

its morning dew.

They sing of beauty,

and matchless grace.

The stunning kindness

seen in your face.

They sing of compassion,

amazing love.

Of a precious gift

from God above.

The birds, they sing

a song of you.

And as long as I live

I'll sing it too.

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