Poetry

You, the whistling birds
I reveal to you
Never have I seen such beauty
Such eyes, smile, lips and hips
If only she was mine
Tall I would walk
In the valley of men.

 
You, the chattering monkeys
I swear to you
If the sky was mine
To her I would give
As a gratitude for her beauty.

 
And you, the humming bees
I promise you
To bring her over, so you
The monkeys and the birds
Can see that am not hypnotized
But instead, join me to adore her
The queen of my wonderland.