The Dove (a poem)

How a dove shares her beauty is magic;

She leaves a soul to wonder as she flys by.

Her meaning is deep, her presence classic —

White feathers aren’t what catch the human eye.

A symbol of peace, A symbol of love,

These were not achieved by boasting her wings.

Although she glows, magic starts within the dove;

She is pretty in the way that she sings.

Her existence is in tranquility.

An inspiration towards spiritual growth.

Beauty not the focus, it’s humility;

Yet somehow, she ends up to achieve both.

So I too can protect within, my love,

Keep my beauty a mystery, a dove.