A single dove soars of Nightingale's song
Circling such a delicate sight of flight
Whilst once, oh how thine heart did long
Saddened, no love doth it beat, this night
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a very sad song indeed...paining...yet pleasingly touching to listen to...'Misery of lover's, shall know no bounds'...good line indeed...and heart 'swimming' the hurt... a wonderful phrase to bring out the feel in full measure, Wendy...good poem 10
First, Thank you for your kind comment on my poem. I think your title is perfect for this poem. As the dove flys it encircles many aspects of the emotons written within these lines. I like this very much, thank you.