And no longer was she a dove!
Hidden aeons deep within my own cove,
She is all grown, that today I feel a shove,
And a flutter so hard, tearing silences above!
She screams amidst my pain and pretentious glove,
Christening herself my child of love!
The two men in my mirror fade to one!
Strange I feel peace, now with my dove gone!
Every ounce of truth she feasted upon,
Should carry her far and deep till comes my dawn,
When every ray of love will break her yawn
Into our era that will never be bygone!
