(I want your heart to be)
The hummingbird is drawn to the feeder
(please be drawn to me)
The trill of the wings give
indication of its presence
I am still–
(I will wait for you to come to me,
but patience is virtue I have never known)
Drawn to the scarlet potion
It hovers at the feeder
Imbibing the sugary nectar
(I long to give you all of myself)
As quickly as it comes, it goes
But if I wait, I will hear the trill once again
Telling me that it has returned
(Do I keep you coming back?)
