My Love Bird From High Above. Poem by Michael Gale

Love...
Hurts.

Love...
Sucks...

At...
Other
Times
So Well
Saddened.

Love...
Hurts.

Love...
Spurts.

Where
Hath
Love
Gone? ..
At day's
Ending
Nightlit
Dawn.

Rejected? ...
Dejected?

Reflected
Unwise...
Other
Men
She
Hath
Not
To
Despise.

Sorrow
Or
Unhappy? ...
Dumb
Or
Sappy.

I
Love
Her
So...
Do
I
Know?

Doth
It
Show?

Woe
Oh
Woe! ...
Hope
She
Doth
Naught
Go!

Will
She
Be...
My
One
And
Loved
One
Only?

Yes
I
Love
Her
More...
For
Her
My
Heart
Doth
Soar.

Like
A
Bird
Of
Love...
A
Heartly
Dove
Flies
Freely
From
High
Up
Above
This
Of
Mine
My
Turtle
Dove.