One Dove
As he slowly fades,
his eyes grow heavy until they are shut.
Dying, perishing slowly in his little hut,
his wife pulls down the shades.
Never again is he going to see the light of day.
As she weeps her trouble good-bye,
she cleans well.
So well in fact she slipped and fell.
As she stares into the night,
she has found the golden light.
Even though it's the end for her and her love,
In front of the pearly gates of heaven they conjoin as one dove.
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