DOVES CRY

Petals of loves joy
Opening shyly they will
A sweet lover tryst
Meadows sweet beckons some
Clasped in my lover's arm
I see or hear nothing world
Involved in life most secret nest
Tremble and sway my bones become nay
I flow I tremble I quack
Stomach pains me hunger fierce
Thought of time have no meaning
Pleasure so swift that doves cry
Tears sparkle withing my eye
I clasp his neck like chain
Trembles ripped my soul apart
Hide no more I cannot
Revealed my sweet sinful sweet
Past times of the pleasure denied long
No one with key to open door
Revealed am I not to all
Only sweet one can make doves cry

By Felicia McCaw