First, love came and built a nest in my hair,

Planted ideas up there close to my head.

Slowly, the ideas of love and the realities 

Got through my thick skull.

My mind began to ruminate

On the possibilities of Love.

My brain realized, neurologically,

The critical condition my heart was in,

And set up an IV drip of love for me,

And just as I felt Love permeate my blood,

I heard the eggs, hatching in the nest above my head.

And now I hear such peeps and chirps

Of baby lovebird songs all day.

I look around, and I can finally see,

Love has made a nest for me

Here in this ever-blooming tree of life.

-jenn