The DoveA Poem by NexusLove love love love love...
Love is but a fragile dove
nested high among the tree's it never beckons, never calls never pays much mind to me. I always stand below it's reach watching from afar lifeless as it spreads it's wings and soars among the stars. yet, maybe I'll get noticed maybe it will see that i'm right here, ever waiting and fly on down to me. © 2008 NexusReviews
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