The battle drums rumbled across distant
sea,
You were enlisted, armed & then you
left me,
You left with promises of your love
undying,
And on your return, wedded knot we´d be
tying.
Time passed by, in death & awful
destructions,
War raged & your fate left to my
deductions,
Until early one dawn, upon my window sill,
I found the dove, lying ragged & so
very still.
Little white bird, feathers wet, tattered
& wilted,
Her fragile twigged legs, trembling, dirty
& silted,
Her small glassy eye searched my face &
quivered,
I held her in my hand, as in slow death, she
shivered.
From the little bird´s beak, I retrieved missive
from you,
You´d sent your love from afar & over ocean´s
she flew,
But there is no love on earth, that can be ever
so great,
To cause the death of a dove & I now cannot
reciprocate.
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