My Dove
I once a dove possessed,
From heavens was she set
To live life unrepressed,
To never be depressed.
I never wished regret,
So gently I caressed
The dove I often let
Fly free from care and fret.
But Life didst turn and sting,
My lovely little dove,
For down her hopes did fling
And clip her pure white wing.
She fell from up above,
Her cry, so soft did ring,
I caught, and held my love:
My sweetest, little dove.
So now I hold her near,
To take what pains may come,
To slay her every fear,
To know I love her dear.
“My heart was never numb,”
I whisper in her ear,
“My love, in speaking, dumb,
“Shall always, with you, come.”
With these new wings of hope,
Her spirit with me flew,
On currents soft with bliss,
In skies of cloudless blue.
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