Melancholy, lonely, at best

Come hither thou, to my withered nest

Come touch my feathers; guaranteed to hold dear

Amongst the sorrows; dwells sincere

A broken heart; mended too thin

If you come to me now; I’ll love again

If ever there was a time to mourn

It’s when the door closes, and you sojourn

To every hill, and valley you roam about

My nest remains empty; perhaps I’ll come out

Experiencing life lost; now anew

No longer will I wait on you!

To visit me in this narrow tree

Perchance you’ll notice when you can’t find me

That love was there all along

In a tree, tucked in a nest, where you belong

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“Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.” Psalm 25:16