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WOUNDED DOVE
I have no questions to ask nor do I have any complaint,
May you forever be happy, this I say, without restraint.
Very much difficult are the paths that true lovers tread,
Do not trust even your shadow lest you too end up misled.
Strange is the scenario I see in your gorgeous land,
One side is glowing bright, one covered by a dark hand,
One lamp is spreading light, love and joy,
The other is flickering to survive.
O dearest, how happy I am,
To see you in his arms of love,
As for my feelings, oh, fie on them,
let them die like a wounded dove.
....and pray tell sir, what sweet bird of insipid want in times past wounded this grizzly dove you so eloquently speak of? Dare est ye commit a reply? Fear not, for this happy critiquer's feet are but of the softest malleable clay
and 't would do no real harm to that undeserving hen's wings
anyway. Winks a harmlessly sweet wink, but truly did love this poem, buses your bristly, oh so manly cheek as comment of thanks for sharing! you know who......... so why type it? laughs a most deliciously me...............