There is a woman with whom I'm in love

Her voice sounds to me as a dove

When I think of where we are now

I think to myself and wonder, "How?"

In the heat of my emotion from my eyes

Comes the indication of emotion undisguised

The tears drip down my face

From the heat of emotion they race

My glasses get foggy

As my face gets soggy

I reach out to my love

And ask, "Where is my dove?"

Only silence returns

My love now spurned

This is a work in progress. I just needed to get this down somewhere I could come back to it later while I swap my computer over to Debian Linux.