Una Historia De Amor

Always cheerful he sang
the sparrow on his branch
waiting for his princess.
She a beautiful canary,
so pretty that not even the wind
dared to court her.
With his singing, his 'I love yous',
his compliments and his verses
he sang like a poet
giving away poems
that the swallows envied
as they flew out.
And she pretended to be jealous
and the little sparrow flew away
for a rose.

A love story that was lived with a dream.
And they flew freely drawing a sky of kisses.
There were so many caresses that were forgotten,
and the memory of a goodbye in their gaze.
And it's that sparrow
that I feel here in my soul.