MY heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set 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 because of Tig community.

Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me With you Taking it Global.