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The doves, the doves they fall from the heavens for you, love The doves, the doves at your feet they bow and kiss your sores heal your wounds The doves, the doves in your locks of brown and bark they tangle bring flowers for you sprinkle their petals into your strands The doves, the doves they breathe your scent lavender incense, the first snow of winter, trees and moss The doves, the doves lost in your eyes, agleam, a striking color mimicking the forests, soft, kind The doves, the doves they melt at the chime of your voice you laugh you sing like jingling bells riding the winds The doves, the doves they worship your compassion, the way you stroke their necks and kiss their beaks with such ginger touches, absolutely mesmerizing, ruffling their feathers The doves, the doves will follow you until their wings no longer sprout feathers they will raise generations to fill their spaces to continue their love for as long as you live they will love you your children and your children’s children The doves, the doves will cry tears of sunflowers when you pass and will scorn the Gods when they take you from them.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
A Poem for You, My Love
The doves, the doves they fall from the heavens for you, love The doves, the doves at your feet they bow and kiss your sores heal your wounds The doves, the doves in your locks of brown and bark they tangle bring flowers for you sprinkle their petals into your strands The doves, the doves they breathe your scent lavender incense, the first snow of winter, trees and moss The doves, the doves lost in your eyes, agleam, a striking color mimicking the forests, soft, kind The doves, the doves they melt at the chime of your voice you laugh you sing like jingling bells riding the winds The doves, the doves they worship your compassion, the way you stroke their necks and kiss their beaks with such ginger touches, absolutely mesmerizing, ruffling their feathers The doves, the doves will follow you until their wings no longer sprout feathers they will raise generations to fill their spaces to continue their love for as long as you live they will love you your children and your children’s children The doves, the doves will cry tears of sunflowers when you pass and will scorn the Gods when they take you from them.
A poem I wrote my partner for Valentine's day
#love#doves#birds#happy
yah-nope
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yah-nope
21/Non-binary
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
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