My doubts arise this morning's eve
Of this romantic, hopeless fantasy
'Tis solely love keeping this candle alight
A passionate flame burning faint yet bright
Two hearts in ache thirsting for love
A hungered desire so true but unheard of
Simple satisfaction but complex when missed
On soft, blushing skin lays a promised kiss
Far then near the perfume wanders
A fragrance so sweet yet poisonous yonder
How the skin is embraced with a gentle touch
But so confused is this feeling, this emotion-filled love
A secret whisper hidden behind eyes
Letting loose the dove, an uncaged surprise
Flutter and free, so beautiful are its wings
White like frost, soft as petals in spring
But also is this dove flying in storm
Its stomach churning, eyes burning, and feathers worn
Yet it rests not till death defeat its task
So hopeless am I, but fight till I last
Soon morning sheds its ray of farewell
Welcoming moon and stars with many stories to tell
Casting my glance to the waves so I may listen and see
My romantic, hopeless fantasy
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