High upon a red stone house
sits a mourning dove.
Basting in the noon day sun
while wondering of his love.
The people all are shuffling
through the busy streets below.
Yet his thoughts are of her
and how he wished she show.
He sounds a coo into the wind-
A call he knows to part
for it had always in the past
brought the keeper of his heart.
Still time flies, she does not show
on wings of feathered down.
So he quiets, this worried bird
and continues to watch the town.
The day had almost closed it doors
when in the distant light
he hears a call, a gentle coo.
His heart leaps in delight.
For we all know a mourning dove
will not mate again.
But surely die in loneliness
if a love is lost from them.
My desire for you is constantly
filled with strong emotion.
Come back to me, as did his love
and accept my full devotion.
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Last edited by Dr. Drib; 05-04-2014 at 11:25 AM.