A single dove soars of Nightingale's song <br />Circling such a delicate sight of flight <br />Whilst once, oh how thine heart did long <br />Saddened, no love doth it beat, this night <br /> <br />For no more truer, than truth is most pure <br />Misery of lover's, shall know no bounds <br />Although mine very heart speaks most sure <br />Fated destiny lies 'pon foreign grounds <br /> <br />A path of intricate, unique design <br />Created for wander, amongst the bloom <br />Inhaling with each step, wisdom of time <br />Withered beneath a falsehood of passion's gloom <br /> <br />With each stride, yet another tear falls like rain <br />Ne'er shall I deny, nor shall I deceive <br />Thine heart has cried it's own lake of pain <br />Then swam the hurt, in order to grieve <br /> <br />And so the dove soars of Nightingale's song <br />Gliding 'pon the breath of lover's exhale <br />Resilience of the heart, carries along <br />Endless love, Aphrodite's fairytale<br /><br />Wendy Bureau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightingale-s-song-3/
