To Oscar Wilde (An ode to the nightingale)

Dearest nightingale
My heart bleeds for you
As once yours did
For love, for love
For the beauty
which you alone saw

I was there with you
Dearest nightingale
When you fell to the ground
And I bled tears
So perhaps your death
Was not entirely in vain

For I love you dearest nightingale
And as my tears fall onto paper
I hold you gently in my arms
And cradle your frail body
As you die a thousand times
In my eyes.