My breast is full of song, <br />With faith I sing to thee; <br />Like days that move along, <br />I call and hope to be. <br /> <br />Your true love sweet bird, <br />With summer tunes I know; <br />I like with you to flirt, <br />Until the blossoms go.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-birds-sweetheart/
