Unconditionally
The breeze sings softly,
Behind the trees light emerges unhurriedly,
Its warmth so steady,
As my mourning dove ruffles its feathers
So loyal and pure
The other half awakens quietly,
Unstartled by my mourning dove so near,
Groundless allurement
With trust and tenderness coursing through,
Your adulation is cherished,
So loyal and pure
Not a scratch nor a blemish
On my mourning dove’s body,
For its partner embodies compassion,
Life is fragmentary with separation,
So loyal and pure
Atop a sturdy tree,
My mourning dove is dependable and strong,
Devoted to admiration,
Committed to respect,
A lifelong friendship,
Because I love you
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