11 February 2013
You fold up the note so tightly, Thinking it'll never reach me. Sneakilly, a dove comes along, Snatches it- then flies on a spree.
You turn around, realize it's gone, Hoping that it won't come my way. But not with the messenger bird- He will fly all night and all day.
Towards the sky, this mailman reaches, Soaring with the note in it's beak. Wind tries to push the note away, But the dove has it's own technique.
The messenger dips calmly down, Way faster than a shooting star. He dodges an incoming tree, This delivery has come far.
The note zooms over peoples' heads, It's coming closer and closer. Twisting to avoid power lines, This mail bird is like a dozer.
To my house, this bird aproches, Then he lands on my windowsill. With his beak, he pecks on the glass, Yet he still has the note; such skill.
I walk over and let him in, Now, the messenger drops the note. Curiously, I unfold it, "I love you." Is what paper quotes.
I glance up, twinkles in my eyes, The dove nods, it's work here is done. Swiftly, he flies off towards the clouds, Our life has only just begun.
That note is so special to me, But I owe it all to that dove. Why he brought it, I can't answer, But who knows, with crazy young love!
Love's Journey • Opuss № I