She was unique in her manner,
Elegant, delicate, pure,
If ever there was an angel brought to earth,
It was her,
To be in her presence was nothing short of a blessing,
And for a time, I was blessed
I loved her, cherished her in a way unique to anything I had ever felt before,
Then, she left,
Her wings carrying her far from my sight,
But not from my heart,
For the dove's flight never ends,
And so she went, and I wept
For it was not the pain of departure that hurt the most,
It was the echo of love still trapped within my soul,
I would not have had it any other way

© With clipped wings