There was once a White Dove, Flying over head,
The Dove, brang me joy,
But for now, the Dove has flown away
The Dove found another, But this other is bad for her,
He would never appreciate the Dove in the way, I do,
The Dove, was my world,
Without her, things are grey,
The world is cold,
People grow old,
Seasons change, My summer turned to winter,
For everyone else, winter is almost done,
For me, it has only just begun,
My joy has faded to a forgotten memory,
Still the Dove flyes, but, he does not notice her,
The Dove, was what kept me happy,
Without the Dove, Joy is Gone,
Come back to me, my Dove




Thursday, March.12 2009