• I've met many girls.
    I've met many guys.
    But none of which have the curls.
    Of who I most despise.

    I'm weary in my journey for love.
    Have I found rest?
    I tell you she's like my only dove.
    I wonder if this is a test.

    Can I fight it?
    Will it hurt?
    I'm trapped inside it.
    Covered in dirt .

    Has love found me?
    Or have I found it?
    She has no other, has she?
    Or will she throw a fit?

    Am I immersed in love?
    Am I blind?
    Am I letting go of my dove?
    Is she getting left behind?

    This is not about you, me!
    It's about the one that you love!
    Because, in complete honesty.
    I'd die for my dove .