Thinking of You

The birds sing in the trees above;
their melody is sweet.
I wish to speak words of love
but wish to be discrete.

I wish that I could sing a song;
a melody so pure,
you'd stay in my arms too long,
and submit to my lure.

The sounds of nature keep calling;
and I wish to sing them to you.
To find you slowly falling
and I would know what to do.