Is this dove worth flying?
Does pidgin English ring a bell?
When the cock crows at dawn,
Will she coo, too?
Or lose her way home?
Not knowing the direction?
Feeling love from the source,
With a kiss on the lips,
And warmth from the start,
To make my heart race harder.
How much love does she need?
To realize she is a special breed?
With sadness she would be,
An escort without a steed,
But a turtle dove can fly,
with a stubborn donkey's pride,
with a stallion's seasoned face,
At Belgium racer's pace.
I know why flyers limp,
For when they walk it hurts.
As a lover’s mind limps,
For once her sense was wasted.
But do not fear to fly the horizon;
Take off for the skies unknown!
Fall in love over a notion (an ocean)
With a soft landing waiting at home.
December 17, 2020
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