Love full filled
Never broken
Dreaming hearts
Until woken
A peck on the nose
Never the most

Rose for you
Never blue
Hold me tight
Until I feel light
Giggles to the sound of love
As we bask in the glory
Of the last flying dove.

Distance is key
To the lock of us
No words spoken
One heart broken
Shrug it off
Make it seem

As if he is the one
That is in need
Myself is fading
Ghost of love
I sit in waiting
For the last flying dove

Lesson shalt be taught
One is needed
Another not
Glory to another man
Though he is just a frying pan
Lies be told
One is deceived
Ever mind the Law of Three
Fibs be spat
From the man
Once was just a pan
I swallow my deceit
My karma is to meet
As my love still bright
I wander for sight
Of the last flying dove


Life is not but a hell
Now that I have fell
He has no care
For the glory we share
Fresh tears tumble down
As I plea to a frown
From my barking knees
Surely, they are marking
Though I am but mold
To the very man
Whose hands I used to hold
My hope still strong
As I beg for who I long
Hold faith, my love
As I search for the last flying dove

I fumble the keys into the lock
Where awaits the dove
Smirking with a mock
“Creek” says the door
As it opens a little bit more
Smell of death leaks within
As the body of the dove
Awaits dead and thin
Our sacred keeper of love
Gone into the heavens
As well as what we shared
Has gone without care


My imagination as grown quite witty
As that gun looks mighty pretty
Think of me when you're out there
I hope I left enough for you to care
So I say goodbye to you, my love
As I follow the path
Of the last flying dove.