You have perched in my soul

And engraved in my heart

A sonnet.

An eternal truth that cannot be surpassed

By the westward winds that blow through my mind

From time to time.

Singing a tune without words.

Yet still…

It cannot outweigh a love filled heart

One that only the consort of a perched soul

Finds refuge.

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