Once was a dove , gracing the wind, round and around the pretty bird spinned , with grace and with trust the wind she was carried, and with her beautiful feathers though they were fair she'd , wallow in sorrow for one or another , hoping that one day she may find her lover , indecisive she was , never quite right so , she went to the place, no woman would dare go. she went to the garden to look for the love , the love that was meant for her, the kind dove, and once she turned the corner , she laid eyes on a fair thing , to the small robin she called out 'my darling!', the lovely lady turned, eyes full of glee , and together they went , together they flee, off to the sunlight ,with no more than a sigh, they left wing to wing... 'darling and i'.
