a study toward sonnet #1,165 by FisherKingKQJ
I miss my loose white dove, love her dearly,
She makes me me a grey rock pigeon cooing;
My loneliness could land my undoing,
Should I withdraw, forgo waiting clearly.
I know she loves me as much or nearly,
When facts indicate we should both be booing,
When we weren't at all those young folk first wooing,
When prejudices seduced us merely.
This pigeonhole life seems to be a lie,
Being myself in love with love, though we built
One life together, facts default else bye,
This centuries old olive branch won't wilt.
I pump out my wings, so flaunt my white patch,
Believe misunderstanding forced our match.
(Chorus)
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