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Wounded Doves ~ a Poem

Updated on August 14, 2013
Don't let go of love when it is right for you.
Don't let go of love when it is right for you. | Source

Poem is inspired from a 1997 film- "The Wings of the Dove"

Other Poems by me

http://coffeegginmyrice.hubpages.com/hub/The-Flight-of-a-Prince-a-Poem-

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.


http://coffeegginmyrice.hubpages.com/hub/I-Let-You-Be-My-Guide-a-Poem

As morning breaks, we sip from our cups goodbye

We held wings; fall for kisses for again we fly...


http://coffeegginmyrice.hubpages.com/hub/Take-Me-Anywhere-Far-and-Beyond-a-poem

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.


http://coffeegginmyrice.hubpages.com/hub/Red-Red-Wine-Romance-a-Poem

Too much red wine and a lady o' mine, what happens next? Watch for Cupid's arrow over a red red wine.


"Wounded Doves"


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


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      Randi Benlulu 3 years ago from Mesa, AZ

      Wow! Powerful, heartfelt and beautiful! Up++Thank you for sharing this!

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 3 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      Thank you Randi. One has to remember not to play around with feelings and regret after. Love shouldn't be greedy either for things that are not ours to possess. :)

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      Devika Primić 3 years ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      So beautifully written and expressed I enjoy reading poetry always a strong emotion.

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      CrisSp 3 years ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Love the song. Gotta steal it for my Jukebox...and this wonderful piece is bursting with passion and tenderness from a sentimental heart looking for honesty in a relationship.

      Sensing confusion in matters of the heart...torn between two lovers maybe?

      Here...take my love from the sky.

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      Martin Kloess 3 years ago from San Francisco

      Emotion packed image. Thank you for the journey.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up and awesome. Powerful emotions.

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      Deb Hirt 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Intense and blazing. Very good work.

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      Eric Niehoff 3 years ago from Denver, CO

      Great piece. Very intense emotion

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      David Charles 3 years ago from New York

      drivel

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Beautfiful poetry, thank you for sharing. jamie

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