Feathers For Nathan

You call me an angel although it's not true;
You're brighter, a canary with melodic cries,
Whilst I'm just a wren,
A wren yearning for your blue skies.

Sing I do,
With hopes full of steady faiths,
A rising call,
The canary's praise.

On wings of gold,
Like autumn you came,
A sprig of life,
With the warmth of spring rain.

You nest here with me,
But understand my pain -
Finches, doves, cockatiels, maybe,
But since when will a canary stay with a wren?

This drab brown bird, she's scared,
It's true.
She shifts and she twitters,
But is always longing for you.