This is just a dedication,
Not reality, just inspiration.
Why you ask? Life is like a dove,
Once it's burned, it can only be healed by love!

A sweet luxurious night
Could result in such a terrible fright.
A burden created by a seed
Will soon be loved through need.

Soon the seed's guardian will leave,
With every intention to deceive.
The dove, now knowing what to do,
Will know why he came without residue.

After some time, the burden will grow.
An angel will appear and make everything glow.
A new mother she will be
And a new love will sparkle in thee.

Burn bright, young angel when darkness comes
May your light not dwindle upon their sight,
May stars bow down and praise your might,
May the darkness recede back to their tombs!

An angel who was born from a dove
Burns bright through need and love.
Will fate be kind to the new found flight?
Or will the cycle restart with a new found fright?