Love is an admiration that never wearies.
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The White Dove
Gliding from the blue heavens towards the ground
A white dove perched over my shoulder
Taking in my hand, gently caressed her
Fondled, relived my youth
Lily-white were her feathers, so bright
If I opened my hand, she would fly at once
Leaning over her ears; stop, don't leave, I said
Wanted to kiss her marble eyes
Heard; her warmth in my palms
Heard; her separation from me over the years
Listened for a while to her fluttering heart
And wanted to fly through the skys with her
The white dove had bulky eyes
Like a fount welling out of her beauty
Drank from its cold waters, felt fresh
Listened to the sound of a babbling river
Perhaps loving was this, maybe life
Sparkling eyes of mine were full of tears
A tune ascended from joy and delight
Another did from the beautiful snowy-white
She lovingly craned her pink beak
Then did I instantly realize the meaning of life
Finding love in you was what fate meant
Becoming a pair of doves with you
The Wall