O celebrating dove,
To the songs you sing,
I listen with my heart's eyes—
With love—
As the morning sun sets its gaze,
Its golden motes seep into my soul.
When the bright day recedes,
And you return to your nest,
I won't bid you farewell—
I'll wait for you under the waiting moon.
O celebrating dove,
I'll ready myself for dawn's embrace,
To welcome your sweet melodies once more.
Dwell always in the foliage of my presence,
Singing songs that lift my spirit.
Gliding, soaring, buoyant with the breeze,
Your wings flutter with a bluebell's grace,
Whispering joyful croons to my eager ears—
A symphony of love, pure and true.
O celebrating dove,
Your song is the hymn of my soul,
Binding me to the eternal symphony.
In your flight, I glimpse the unseen truth—
We are one in love's embrace,
A ceaseless dance of spirit and grace.
MyKoul
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