A little love poem (not mine though)
The Windowsill
Just there, upon the windowsill
Sits a little dove.
She comes to me now and again
Cooing songs of love.
So quietly does she walk the
Ledge and peer into my soul,
Whispering peaceful melodies;
Notes of wisdom that she knows.
Such elegance within her flight
As she leaves and comes again.
Taking my mind to dreams
Of youth and freedom’s fleeting whims.
I yearn to tell her how I feel,
All that she means to me;
That in her eyes I see
The truths of Nature’s stunning beauty.
The windowsill is where I rest
My weary loneliness;
To share my thoughts with this small dove
In whose presence I am blessed.
A little piece of poetry given to me by my g/f. What do you think?