Where Love Shelters 2

It’s seven days and the dove sits there pretty tight On the mess of my chandelier never used for light Trivially bothersome but her I bear no grudge Never thought of shooing away or giving her a nudge! The bird in enviable meditation sits in elegant poise Looks more like play-dove I brought home by choice Stirs not in my presence bats not her eyelids Embodiment of patience and patience is all she needs! How many days to be there, she knows but I don’t know Sits there the ravishing beauty in love’s radiant glow But I know something of it, in her eyes have seen the gleam Of a longing to be in time there, by holding onto the dream! What comes of her what’s in store I thought I little care Never knew when of her dream I had a part to share How she became a partner in life seeking a shelter of love I have no answer but only know I must shelter the dove!