The Dove by Samuel Mack-Poole.
On a sunny Cypriot summer morn,
I was greeted by a thing of beauty.
My quiet, quaint balcony was adorned;
To describe it is a joyous duty:
Humble in its nature, peaceful and pure,
That ivory bird; a symbol of love!
I have never been close to one before --
A gracious and vulnerable dove.
It was a moment I wanted to share,
So my dear wife and daughter could espy,
Something truly radiant and all too rare --
A sight to bring a tear to one's eye.
The direction it flew had levity:
A sign of my manifest destiny?
I was greeted by a thing of beauty.
My quiet, quaint balcony was adorned;
To describe it is a joyous duty:
Humble in its nature, peaceful and pure,
That ivory bird; a symbol of love!
I have never been close to one before --
A gracious and vulnerable dove.
It was a moment I wanted to share,
So my dear wife and daughter could espy,
Something truly radiant and all too rare --
A sight to bring a tear to one's eye.
The direction it flew had levity:
A sign of my manifest destiny?
Thank you for this
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