A Tale Of Two Birds Poem by samuel nze

This is a tale of two birds
Sitting on the wall;
One was not named Peter,
Even if the other was Paul.
They did not either fly away
Only to return,
They sat still on the wall
Gazing into each other's eyes.
They were in love;
That mad emotion
Tied them taut to the wall
And each other's company.
We are like those birds, honey
As we sit across this dinner table;
That rhythm on the radio
Was composed for us.
It speaks of the spark in your eyes,
Glasses or misty silver;
Your lips quiver,
Are you saying something?
Your voice is rich
And the words articulate
We sit at our table
And stare at each other,
The chemistry overwhelms me;
Your beauty entrances,
Draws me nearer nearer
To the heart from which
I cannot escape.