LOVING BIRDS..

They both are the loving old birds

Singing lovely but weird. 

Dancing on the branch,

While eating that crunch brunch. 

 

They are old and sick

Their body is weak. 

They never touch each other physically,

But never wait to sing and talk and touch, emotionally. 

They are the loving birds. 

 

All they want is trust 

As they don't have any lust. 

Singing together in weird sound 

And healing each other's wound. 

Flying in the sky they unrepel each other's eyes.

 

They are the loving old birds.

Who sing and sing and have a romance very weird.