Poetry #75

Maybe if
she were
a bird
like me,
I'd fall
in love.

All she
could here
were my
beautiful tune
and not
my words
of love.

I'm singing
to her
lyrics of
the sweetest
kinds and
yet she
only hears
the tune.

Then again,
Mayhaps my
love for
her need
no words
nor sweetness
for her
to feel
how I
truly feel
for her.

If only
that were
the case.