Love Song

Once there was a little bird,
whose song was rarely heard.
One morning it heard me singing,
while he to the branch was clinging.
He tilted his head listening all the while,
so sweet, it made me smile.
Then, oh then he opened his beak,
no, not for a tiny tweep,
but rather with a melody so pure,
all the illnesses of the world it could cure.
I listened and listened, not wanting to part,
inviting the wonder of his song into my heart,
whence it turned into the essence of love,
to be taken into the world as a message from above.