Fresh poetry, lovelies
“...
All my yearning, all my love, Embodied in a graceful dove; It seeks to find you, Across an ocean, Attempt to bind you With equal devotion. Perhaps you would; Your teasing eyes - Brown, soft, good, Like lullabies.
(...)
Would you allow My dove to land, Safe for now, In the palm of your hand?”
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