(Gift from My Love by kamillyonsiya on Deviant Art)
Oh mockingbird- why do you laugh,
With forlorn magic under your hat?
The universe spirals the wheel of spoils,
Yet your quills write love-songs, teased with coil.
Hide beneath your feathers, those rare rainy jewels.
They’re tiny glittering teardrops, of hopeful fairy dew.
Do you see me, or do you foretell my mimicking potential?
Of loving him forever, for knowing him is consequential.
His elegant smile- opens my great fortress of shade.
And pulls forgotten blooms forward: creating abundance of wildflower glades.
He makes me fly with kind words, and not flattery.
Collecting twigs for his nest, I am his home, eternally.