Perspective
Some hear the songbird call,
then seek to capture her melody.
They lust to cage her and
name her Love.
NOT I.
For my search has long been silent.
My Dove coos
when the World is quiet.
She yearns like me
for one Soul to share.
Then leap and fly free.
Cooing not mourn,
but to be found.
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