Lovebirds

The sweet song of spring.
I listen quietly,
I love the sound, the pitch, the tone.
It is beautiful, undeniably.

Small interruptions,
Almost undetectable.
Attentively I sit,
And each note is unforgettable.

I see their happy faces,
And hear their beating hearts.
Wildly excited,
Though targets in a game of darts.

I fear for their future,
And I hope for their happy end.
Though I know my heart is not open enough
To be in love again.