In the bleak midwinter

In the bleak midwinter two love birds went on singing love was a given does mass not keep gravitating? tweeting to each other a river of notes passing through the crisp air sometimes singing past one another Frrr, Frrr and a tweet tick Frrr, Frrr and a tweet even in the winter though one might not see it light is the bringer of life and life the bringer of love all intertwined in the warmth of a nest love is not for the privileged you are born, are you not?