Heart of Doves

Dear heart of mine Dont you fly away from love With dove's wings you soar Floating in the wind Though I call to you You reply with a murmur Your beats slowing under my hand The low vibration becomes my pillow A cushion on which I depend Its rhythm lulls and craddles Then again I think of him The gaze that filled me with warmth Your memory drawing me back to you My heart reacts to your call Accelerating in my chest And I smile Your love clips my wings Grounding my fleeting heart Though I am afraid You enchant me... To the point, You leave me breathless Copyright (c) 2011 T. Y. L