Wounded Dove

Beautiful dove, fragile and still visibly wounded One day, landed in my palm of my hands to rest And all I knew to do was to Cradle its hurt on my chest The beatings of our hearts synchronized As if by chance or by fate We were destined to meet Giving my life greater purpose I slowly gained its trust And it became my loyal companion The memories it left in me Sacredly forever will remain and as time went by, it got stronger Its wounds began to heal I realized it couldn't stay with me forever I had to let go with great sorrow and immeasurable pain I let my precious dove fly away Tears of heartbreak I shed And for the first time in my life, my heart truly bled Grateful it had chosen me Given me so much and letting it go was the only way I could ever truly repay all the joy It had given to me in my darkest of hours The day we met was truly one of The happiest days In my life and I pray God let me see it soar high again someday