Dove's Soul

A journey to find love.

Such cold blaze and sword

Which pierce my heart you hoard.

Say to me! That man who seeks nothing substance

But tender, and dance

Yet you turn away at the man.

His face blackened, madman

He be, and the thought disgrace of family:

Of face, of age, of mane, of lily.

Thou never provide that which made the soul

Be pure, and home. Flee from troll

That I am! See me not for the flesh and skin

I be, but the heart, and eyes within!

Men change from beasts

So that they may give thanks and feast.

Bar, you leave a man you love,

And in love we shall be, for you, dove,

Never our heats intertwine,

Never our love shine.

For our souls, divine.

 

Morrow, I be at bed, and lone

Clothed by the skin that covers my own.

My own be departed and without you.

For in that name I search be new.

I search for love.

My dove.