Fly Little Dove

Tired, alone, I’ve seen it all.

I don’t think I even want to fall

again into the depths,

that claim to bring love.

Fly, fly away little dove.

There’s a moment,

I know,

that longs to grow

when a stranger says, "Hello."

He smiles and waves.

He shakes my hand.

I fumble with my words,

confused by this man.

Wishing

Hoping

Wanting.

Then I remember how tired I am.

How my hearts been broken before.

He makes me flutter,

with words like silk,

and I feel myself falling.

I wish I could fly away.

I want to be mad.

I want to be glad.

I can’t really make up my mind.

I’m a girl in duress,

but he takes away my stress.

So where does that leave me?

Wishing.

Wanting.

Hoping?

His touch - electric.

My stomach flips.

My heart’s a mile a minute.

Am I doing this?

Is this real?

Does he really feel

some kind of love for me,

or are we just pretending?

I wish I could fly,

the way time does,

as we grow closer and closer.

No longer a stranger,

now a friend.

I wait for it to end.

Despite love at first sight

I’ve put up a pretty good fight.

I did my best,

and now we’ll see.

If our love can pass the test.

If not I’ll just try to fly,

fly away, my love.