Two Doves

What do you call your romance what do you call your love the strums of pianos to essense the harps that record the play of two doves findin love differs the Player...what we call a big GAme....WORLD .....oh...symbolize your volenteer...to breath in a broken nutshell to be protected from your mind reachin the outside... but--- inner skirts tantalize your original complexion and you adapt to pain and dish pain to recognize pain push it away....but steady Gain...Pain worn out yet your dove's feathers are not tainted and the fatigue not fainted....happiness is a goal....so youre invunerable and pain-less a strong mind brotha and sister..technical wonder and different beyond reflection but we carry the same compartments Love is there, focused and clumsy walk that path to stumble on the world's trap to keep his workers healthy..and fresh to keep his nutshells a mess....for a new messenger to crack the structure left and a being....admist a fog is your light another dove's flight clears the smog...what stains your sight and when you fly within your breezes wind you never think of the end or past present or breath to continue the task or maybe your last the bond of two dove's wings that hovers over nutshells and the white feathers of your mate.....makes the nutshells transluscent but a peaceful matrix of the path....of the doves stride and quietly amongst the chirp of dove's speach.....you as THEY think my DOve my DOve...so much ....like my dove I want So much like the dove I dream...the dove I have The dove I want to keep, keep , keep I carry dreams should are lips remain attached Connect our physical depth when we sleep My dove of perfectness ...the wings that are not tainted but design around my aura My dove My DOve My DOve ~~ The Breakin of Doves Bond U dont see, but just happens and you can change it but you live and live some may attach some may find similar or differnet .... but the design and dove you model makes you ache and you change your Doves flight to be cautious some times using your claws and squawk of the raven in gloomy ways and that dove was you in every way so you reminensce on yesterday to get through today and tommorows but a dove of beatuful white feathers can carry the burden of sorrows ... ....and pain which...you hid... pain...you didnt see. pain... you didnt give but you recieved The broken nutshells in the world broke the bond of two doves wings