On the deck railing sat the dove:
always and eternal symbol, love.
And it imparted, as I started,
to look: a coo full-hearted.
But the dove was quiet, it was still.
It was as if my loved one’s will
had sent it to me, as if to say,
“I will love you now, always.”
And so, I let the little dove in,
creature in which is no trace of sin,
and allowed it to comfort me as it would:
as such creatures always should.
The dove, it stayed upon that perch.
It did not sway, or in wind lurch.
It just sat, as if to relay
how that my love would with me stay.
Columbus meus, I like to think
in this world, so full, so pink.
A little dove upon my heart,
salving all the wounds that smart.
So take me, my dove, away!
Let me stand and pray
for my for long departed dear,
now and through my every year.
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