White Dove of Love

Oh the dove, so peaceful and nice Hopefully it has no weakness to ice For the white dove of love has no idea of its fate It will soon be dead giving great grief to his friend Tate Its not flying south for this bird is confused The bird has its directions mixed up, at a stadium he would defiantly be booed The white dove of love is flying north Right into coldness that is so painful it’s compared to giving birth The peaceful pretty dove is dead Vultures ate him all, even the head Does this creature so accurately symbolize The confused state of all guys