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 unblinkingly
Into someone else's distance,
Awaiting elusive prey
Far beyond my sight.
Your broad shoulders, like eagle'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 fericiously attacking all who come to call.