Little Birds' Sweetheart Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Little Birds' Sweetheart



My breast is full of song,
With faith I sing to thee;
Like days that move along,
I call and hope to be.

Your true love sweet bird,
With summer tunes I know;
I like with you to flirt,
Until the blossoms go.

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