I have compared thee, O my love
To a flock of seagulls on the shore
Stoically standing against the wind
Only to rise up in alarm
Whenever I try to be near you.
Your eyes are to me, the eyes of the raptor.
They stare unblinking into the distance
Awaiting some prey far beyond my sight.
Your broad shoulders like raptor's wings
Lifting you far into the sky
To float and soar high above me
Always out of reach.
I compare thy heart, my love,
To the tiny robin
Who flits and hops about my garden
Greedily tasting all I have to offer
And ferociously attacking all who come to call.