This is the story of two little birds.
Who are forced to keep their story unheard.
One quite frail with legs so lean.
The other a little larger with eyes of green.
They met when they were young, just barely hatched.
When they came across to each other in the forest thatch.
From then on they were side-by-side.
Now sad that their love they have to hide.
The gentle bigger bird was often made to cry.
By the others who said his passion was a lie.
At night in the quiet they shared a meal.
And comforting his beloved by smaller tried his fest.
He sighed softly as he snuggled close.
"no matter what" they said.
It was each other they loved the most.
Why can't we love birds of another kind?
Neither had the answer as the sun rose behind.
Together they'd fly through the trees and the brisk.
Trying not to touch wings, at least not that much.
The days wore by and the birds almost broke.
Under the pressure of pretending and being told "no".
But they cleaned each others feathers, touching beaks.
Saying, "Hold on, stay brave for me please..."
