Breaktime, I'll write something for you

Breakfast or lunch, I think of youBirds outside the window, chirp at meBirds of the same feather, follow meBe it short or long, poem I write youBraided or craze, your hair, I describe youBelow or over my head I scribble for youBeaten or scrambled egg, I'll fry for youBetter late than neverBread or butter I will serve you everBrevity in my poems I pen so tenderBending or standing, I'll never surrenderBright or dim lights will aid my bleary eyesBlunder or sentimental, my heart for you never die