Timid Friend; Dearest Lover

A fan of fickle feathers,
Rich royal blue and golden trim.
Hiding. Shyest eyes do gaze
to breaking this divide together.

Timid friend; dearest lover,
controlled by dreams and whim-
Now I do see through the bold
extravagant cover.

Unsureness like the morning weather,
says my sad, extravagant lover.
Oh- how I miss my timid feather.