Death of a Dove
Am I in love?
How am i to know
She is my dove
Purer than snow
Sent from above
Not long ago
With push and shove
Her tears overflow
I wish I could be better
I’d give her my life
I hate to upset her
Id make her my wife
I go back where I met her
Along my thigh, a knife
I shall never forget her
As I end her life
I could not recover
The controversy of mind
I cry above her
The tears make me blind
But will I ever discover
The answer of mine
Did I love her?
this I will never find
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