When I was listening to a Jazz song of Nat King Cole, “Love”
It reminded me of thy lines composed by Christina Rossetti…
My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.
Christina Rossetti (1830–1894), British poet.
“A Birthday” (1861).