• Write to my heart content,
    Creating songs of the lovebirds.
    Yet I frowned, still not satisfied
    For my creations, having bodies without souls.

    And one day, faith revealed your songs,
    As I overheard you sing them with tears.
    Your songs of the lovebirds,
    More pure and beautiful than any angel.

    I looked at you, eyes glistened with admiration.
    A mortal, you are, yet your songs hum in the harmony like the church's choir, overwhelm with unmeasurable feelings for him.
    Though, lonely and heart broken [they may be]
    But they're blessed with the light of heaven's aurora,
    A mystical magic beyond my comprehension.

    O, Must I experience this thing called "L0VE"
    To write the love songs of the lovebirds?