My bird

My pleasant bird you inspire me tonight
How I love the way you sleep and look
Invading my mind through day and night
Always dreaming about the willowbrook

Shall I compare you to a summer sky?
You are more ready kind and gentle
Weak drought dries the green picnics of July
And summertime is quite sentimental

How do I love you? Let me count the ways
I love your humour, your heart and face
Thinking of your beauty fills my days
My love for you I cannot erase

Now I must away with a heavy heart
Remember my clear words whilst we're apart

-Unknown Author