Wounded Doves ~ a Poem
Poem is inspired from a 1997 film- "The Wings of the Dove"
Other Poems by me
A "peacock" poem about the flight of a prince to be with his soul friend with whom he roamed once on Earth and to make her his bride in Heaven.
As morning breaks, we sip from our cups goodbye
We held wings; fall for kisses for again we fly...
When you've realized that the "love" you've taken for granted was meant for you, you will do your best to bring it back or take you back or take you there the second time.
Too much red wine and a lady o' mine, what happens next? Watch for Cupid's arrow over a red red wine.
What have I done?
Wounding three hearts, not just one
Stubborn I am of your affections
And yield to love the woman
You refuse to share your faithful pulse
I am hurting. You are hurting.
And I am hurting my best friend.
Why? Why cast your love to someone?
Why do I have to let you?
The lie I cannot truly bear
The lie you have to blindly share
The lie that is killing my friend deep inside
A lie that wins no one when the sun resides.
“The truth is just too vague;
I see your tear lost its glow”, you say.
All I wanted was to love my dying friend
A secret love in yearning
Though it won’t be forever
Counted moments her life could only spare.
I am sharing your heart for a friend
Who loves you dearly as I do
How giving but selfish am I
To give you away but needed you for me
But darling, forgive me;
It is my fault, a mistake, don’t you see?
Our nights in the darkest of alleys
Lighted by lamps witnessing at a distance
The thrill of your hot breath down my neck
Where have all of these gone?
Without you, in the streets of Venice
The satin days go dull
And the gleaming nights perish
Doubtless I am to my own feelings,
I believe our love is ours to cherish.
And, here comes another…
Wings of this man’s flattered heart, I calm
Not to venture higher of his flights
Patience breaks his heart into pieces, you see.
Never comes the day
My guilt to mend his feelings
Nor shall I be his sweet bird to fly with him
For I want to extend my wings with you
Be your only dove, be your only love
You are mine, only mine to slip away.
Now tell me, my dear darling
The flames of our passion burns unending
Bring back the many romantic moons
So with the many promising suns
And continue from the beginning
Where morsels and wine stains remain
Where our footsteps left for the night
With your face next to mine past dreaming.
Your smile is everywhere I see
I still hear your heartbeat drumming
In our phantom walks as we held close
Riding the winds with no care at all
Nevertheless, I still cannot believe
I have pushed you away from me
From everything we have shared
Is there anything left to be?
Dear darling, tell me. Tell me.
Agony is misery sprinkled in the air
The burden of troubled hearts- My friend, you and I
That is harder and harder to repair
You know me long enough each changing day
Whirlwinds of stolen time regressing
Sacrifices have to end this way
Come back to me so my fingers run your hair
Never too late, my love; I do still care.
But if you shall hold her memories
Locked in that forced false desire
What am I to you and you to me all the while?
So when the shadows come by tonight,
Gladly, I will leave with its company
Head down in my nightgown and cry
Till again you will see and hope to say,
“True love lays here with you, baby.
Your tear is crystal clear for me.”
≈♥≈ ©Marites Mabugat-Simbajon, "Three Wounds" / "Wounded Doves" a Poem, August 13, 2013