On a wooded path, a tiny red bird perched, and then took flight
The swiftness of the moment meant no camera could capture the sight
It was over as quick as it started, that singular second in time
Never to be recreated, that vision, though blurry, is mine

My eyes tried to imprint the scene into my memory
The fleeting of the moment, though, reminded me of me
Ever learning and forgetting, each day I’m someone new
I’m fleeting like my red winged friend, and so, my love, are you
Transforming from moment to moment, only permanent by name
Love me as I am right now for I’ll never be the same

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