She Is One With The Dove
Mystified
I draw closer
As before me is
enchantment
A bond as one
Beauty and grace
flow in uni-cent
Wishing we could
be a third party
Her soft
as is
the coo of
her friend
Grace in motion
Two love birds
in harmony
How we crave
to partake
But this, their time
and so we stay distant
as to not disturb her peace
and mine
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