• My dove carried love
    When he flew he knew only of love
    When we met my dove ceased flying and began to soar in the heavens amongst the angels

    But as you may know, doves are a fragile being
    and seeing you leave the love drained
    from my dove as if from a seive
    and I forgot how to believe after that day.

    My dove never flew again.

    Love died that day.