I've messaged along a pure white dove,
Once it reaches you it'll shower you with love,
Under it's wings feel the winds embrace
With gusts of love that tickle your face -
Spewing hearts of gold blinding with light,
Brushing rays of beauty infiltrating your sight.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
I've messaged along a pure white dove,
Once it reaches you it'll shower you with love,
Under it's wings feel the winds embrace
With gusts of love that tickle your face -
Spewing hearts of gold blinding with light,
Brushing rays of beauty infiltrating your sight.
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