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It is the nightingale
that draws out this gift. 
Well born or otherwise
there is but one girl
who craves the words
of her poet. 
She will have his love
come ruin or rapture
she’ll know both sides
when the night falls. 

Quiet are her steps
drawing closer, she whispers,
“Let the birdsong guide our love.”
She stares in disbelief
convincing us that her heart
is strong enough 
to carry us both. 

With a drawn addiction
I turn her
so we’re face to face. 
Chin tipped upwards
she balances on tiptoes
her heart stolen
she knows the stars in heaven
were made for dreams and wishes.