Death of a Dove

Am I in love? How am i to know She is my dove Purer than snow Sent from above Not long ago With push and shove Her tears overflow I wish I could be better I’d give her my life I hate to upset her Id make her my wife I go back where I met her Along my thigh, a knife I shall never forget her As I end her life I could not recover The controversy of mind I cry above her The tears make me blind But will I ever discover The answer of mine Did I love her? this I will never find