Little Bird Poem by Christopher Soto

A little bird once asked me in the midst of the night.
What is love? And I replied with all the knowledge of my noggin;

It's not incredible
Nor bad

Nor happy
Nor sad

Nor is it a run through the flower patch
Or a kiss under the starlit night

Nor is it a hand held for the first time
Or a gaze in between two powerful eyes.

Oh no little bird, I did reply, It's so much more
I must imply;

It's more amazing than words can spell
It's more harsh than pain its self

Happy is an under phrased word
Sad is a play on words

That flower patch grew from the love of two
The kiss that night was the beginning of a fight

Hand in hand a million feelings a born
That last look in the tearful eye..

The little bird looked at me and said, 'Dear Chris,
What goes on in your head'
I replied with all honesty within,
'Little bird, I do not know...'