Companion birds developing self mutilating habit,
Always form a deep bond
Moe focused on each other.
Sitting on a leafy tree,
Singing and whistling all day long
But it never the same.

At dawn and dusk,
The flocking bird in the wild
Love to talk to each other wholeheartedly,
Love is in the air
They flew together.

For them love is not part of life
But love is life
The head rise, the wing sound
The lovebird flies gracefully.
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