Dove

I didn't even have to sit down and think, the words just filled my mind...

Dove

By. Silvan

Embrace my soul, o’ dearest keep

I wait for you as my heart does sleep

I ponder thoughts of sanctum divine

Wonderous memories enrich my mind

A world of serenity beckons my calling

Breaking the ice of darkness and folly

My dearest dove hath brought me hope

Its calling name, my sight in scope

And I know that she is mine

Thoughts of splendor flash the sky

Magic swirl in bright blue eyes

My head it swims in clouded haze

Fixed upon their softest gaze

As they kindle my heart’s fire

Beauty is my dove’s true name

White and pure, free of shame

Burneth the fire in my soul

For my dearest dove has filled the hole

A world we call home is ours at last

Surroundings fade into nearby past

Hold my dove, and hold her tight

Never let her forget the light

Keep her safe in open hand

And stay with me, my dove, my lamb

Author's Note

I just want feedback on general thoughts. Don't mind grammar errors if there are any. :)

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[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

Spontaneous poems introduce themselves to our minds, so that they can birth to page and stand within time's emortal recall. We refer to this as, "The Muse". It is a connection with the creative life force, that surrounds and sustains the artist. It is an honor, bestowed, on those who the muse finds worthy.