Love's White Winged Dove

What is love?
Love fills the heart with blood
It is a white winged dove
Flying through the sky
Wanting to be high
High as a kite
Flying with all its might
Is it something we adore?
As time goes on we want more and more
Is it something we need to hold?
Mold to give one another
A relative, a friend, a lover.
Is it ties that bind?
Tying up our hearts and minds
Love fills us with many thoughts
Ties our stomach up in knots
Love, our mind it does mold
Does it want us to be free?
Love is the undying key
It wants us to see the world through other's eyes
Hear each other's cries
Some the cries of pain
Those that are slain
Or does it want us to hear the cries of love
Flying around, free as a dove.

Derek "Taz" Stout

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