White Dove


They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
A lost boy once said it is in the heart of the lover
For whom the the eyes provide cover
Upon which his thoughts transcend over a time filled with irie
Yet now of a heart so weary
Life speaks of a time he found true love
Her elegance he compares to this day to that of the white dove
He dreams like you and I
He dreams to one day fly
To ascend to the heavens above the sky
To reunite with the beauty forever in his eyes
Little does he know he will soon wake
Wake to her casket by the lake
His heart will tremble and shake
For he will see her one last time
His everlasting true love
His very own white dove

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