Doves And Danger Poem by Meli Secret

Golden chains that bind me tightly.
Gold isn't such a strong metal they say.
Shiny and weak, bendable, changeful.
But, it feels strong enough to me.

Reaching over oceans and highways.
Tight in it's grasp the heart beats low.
Dragged through the mud and the cold and the thorn ways.
The locks hold fast. Little dove, she knows.

What was that poem you knew when you met him?
The one with the dove who didn't know fear.
The dove who should fly fast and free from the danger.
The dove who waits when danger draws near.