The Swallow

Dear Swallow

You come every year

In Summer you build your nest

In Winter you go out of sight

To the Nile and Africa

But Love builds his nest in my heart

All the time

And one Desire is on the wing

And one is still an egg

And one is half-hatched

There's always a chatter

From the little birds

The larger Loves feed the small

And as soon as they're grown

They have others in turn

What can I do?

I have not the courage

To fight against so many Loves.