Be my beautiful dove, be the dove that flies and soars across the skies with quite the beautiful wings you have to my arms, you are the the answer to my dream, dreams of I to you, together sharing great laughs, sharing our hearts with quite the passion, if only you were with me, why must have you left? How such things I could have done but did not. If only there were a chance to regain the past, even just a-little would be absolute, but not possible, not even that. Why has my worst to be has begun, how this feeling just suffers me, there is no reason to go on, but at least to see her, is good enough. Just to see her is highly valued, it sounds pittiful, but worth it when that time passes. How I would count the days of my beautiful dove.