A weaver bird perched on my heart,
And built a permanent nest .
No, her stay doesn't hurt!
Am unable to chase her even with my efforts at best .
Don't get me wrong
With ever song
My affection for her grows
As my dislike thaws
In short, I adore her
She's there alone
As she was "borne"
But she has my heart as a friend
From beginning to end
I will never chase her, I swear
We'll be together to death
To watch our bodies wear
Due to the friction of old health
I have lost interest
In other weaver birds
Mine is better than the rest
To her I'll be the best of guards.
Now her songs warm my heart
In the coldest of days
Giving it a fresh start
In all possible ways
The weaver bird built a permanent nest
And now we have a combined existence
I chase her, I die!