The morning light falls between the green leaves, Hiding in the lap of the banana tree with the melody of two wings.
Two colorful birds are like a dream of color, Looking at each other with eyes filled with glory.
The leaves move in the wind, the swaying of illusion, The silent words accumulate inside the nest.
The secret song of love sounds in the rustling sound of the leaves, Two lives are formed in a noiseless nest.
The surroundings are filled with the scent of bananas, the wet morning sun, Yet their love touches the body with the stream of all the melodies.
The shadow of the colorful world hangs on the bird's wings, The world's illusion is hidden in the eyes of the two.
Slowly, they touch their lips and tell stories, As if they have known the beginning of an endless bond for a thousand years.
Love covers the egg with soft feathers, The careless language flows silently.
When the sun in the sky sways on the leaves, The two of them still live side by side under this nest.
Their eyes say, I am yours, They decorate love with care as if it were an eternal gift.
When the wind comes, the nest sways, their minds sway, Yet the relationship remains unbroken, the same life of the two.
Their happiness is hidden in the green shade of the banana, As if no storm in the world can break this face.
They bring food to their lips, the care of life, Love means the color of daily silent sacrifice.
Dreams accumulate in this small nest of theirs, Even the sky becomes small, colorful vibrations in their eyes.
Sometimes the two of them dry in the sun with their wings spread, Yet in the language of their eyes there is only the thought of love.
Being next to each other is a religion for them, Their world is very small, yet love is immense, absolute.
The gentle breeze blows softly behind the leaves, The future's shadow is hidden in the corner of the house.
Two minds side by side are a haven of peace, They are each other's shelter in the colorful crowd of the world.
This nest hidden in the green chest of the banana, As if love means a safe home for the timid to return.
The color of their feathers is bright like laughter, Being next to each other is like the company of life.
During the day, they all become light, at night, they all become songs, Because if there is love, everyone becomes alive.
This nest, these two lives are sweet like illusion, The world decorated with their colors is the beauty of love.
When you see such a scene, one feeling comes to mind, Love is actually such a silently woven colored dove.
If there was love like theirs in people's hearts, the world would be more colorful with the pull of dreams.
