Too Good To Be True

Once upon a time,

A bird flew to me,

Neither was I flower nor a tree.

Captivated by the elegance,

I wondered if I had a chance,

Cherishing it in the allée.

Woolgathering for a while,

I realised desperation wasn't the key,

So I staked it upon destiny.

Quelle bienveillance,

Adoring the last dance,

I set the bird free.

Nights wept, days whined

In the fullness of time,

I found yet another rhyme,

Until it flew back to me.

Immature enough to meet the sea,

Oh! I was bewitched by the chime.

Despite loads of refrain,

Alas! I never set it free,

Alas! It was never meant to be,

Alas! The wings took over again.

  - W.S.Y.L