Two lonely doves living destructive lives,
Both wandering down paths.
Paths leading to lust,
Lust, the deceiving feeling,
Which causes true happiness to turn to dust.
Wounded wings brought on by the rough,
Hurting externally,
But worse internal snuff.
Not knowing whether care will come,
There’s more love than a chum’s.
Their paths finally cross.
Lust is the greatest loss.
True love replaces the constant thirst.
Wounds slowly heal,
The doves are no longer cursed.
Sexual desire still exists,
But love is what the relationship consist.
The beautiful feeling becomes known.
Feelings of lonesomeness are overthrown.
Two happy doves existing as one,
That is the way life is properly done!
Caitlin and Alex - Photo taken by Caitlin and Alex
Hannah Duncan and Jimmy Corbett- Photo taken by Hannah and Jimmy
