The nightingales are drunk
Love is wine and their glasses are full
A crimson so deep
It's parallel to their passion

It's not just words but actions
Resembling that vintage quality
Not passing fashion

So sweet, so sweet
We wake to the sounds
Of these birds tweets
It's a love that resembles are own

Love is a resident
Not a guest in our home
Love is sweet everywhere
But it's sweetest when
We're both alone