Inspired

the Nightingale's Lilly

In the night shielded and obscure,

everyone listened to Amor

as he sung his lay,

that to none could it compare

Because only the nightingale's song

brought peace to mortal intention

and led them to rest there,

giving way to all thought and care

Even though most slept

still he got praise, and recompense

his heart filled with pride

but still he was sad

For he still had yet to appease,

his first and only love, 

the apple of his eye,

she who understood, more than enough

There were none like her

for she was truly perfect

never had he saw her bloom

but still he knew,

that if only she were to speak,

her voice would be so gentle,

her dreams would be brilliant,

and only she could make him

stop his tune, to listen in hope of a whisper

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What the little bird didn't know

was that hiding in the grass

she listened to his compositions

afraid to complement them

and that he was what made her glow

the Lilly of the Valley

knew every hymn and song

by heart, and cherished every one

and quietly she hummed along

secretly she admired him

if only she could gain the courage,

to speak out and openly adore,

but how could she?

how could she express

that his song was as handsome as he?

that he made her tremble as she listened

and dream of his wings, and soulful eyes,

as soulful as his notes so sound..

no she could never,

after all, how would she compare

to the others around her

so bold and so fair,

But one night he sung with such sorrow

she peeked up from the grass,

it was just before dusk,

and it seemed he looked strait at her

'Atlas, it seems she will forever ignore me

never shall i witness her peaceful bloom

she will never be peaceful before me

and so my heart full soul fills with doom,

i fly with wings of lead,