White Dove

Strum goes the angels harp
and a gift is dropped from above
and falls into my hands
a little white dove.
The wisdom of his words
and his feathers of pure
speaking of love
being my cure.
As i follow the dove
into his arms
feeling warm and happy
without a slight bit of harms.
As the dove left
i thanked him
for helping me find my love
forever in his condemn.

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