Your affection is more fickle than the wind
gusting outbursts of love in my direction
then changing direction to caress another
Your heart like a bird that hops on the lawn
dancing in the bright grass
beckoning me with brilliant song
and brighter eye to come and play
then hopping away as quickly as I come
and leaving me barren and lonely.
I lay out the meger crumbs
that my poor broken heart can muster
trying to draw you closer with my love
and you peck and peep
but leave me still sore and lonely
aching for you.
