Nightingale Poem by Crimson Love

My beautiful nightingale
sing me your songs
of lovers wrongs,
Thou shalt feel my Rights,
as you shall caress every wrong,
Love me for me, how can this be?
So unworthy of your love,
yet your vision is perfect,
you know what you see.
Our fated love, you whisper to me passionately
Our love upon midnight, shall forever stand,
from our garden of happiness,
we shall be planted, in the soil of life,
forever growing side by side,
By These rules of love, we shall abide.