Doves in love by Nigel Carrington

Two doves meet where the daylight bends,
Soft gray wings and tender ends.
They coo in whispers, low and true,
A language only love once knew.

Beaks touch light as drifting air,
Promises spoken without a care.
They circle close, then side by side,
Hearts in feathers, open wide.

Above the world, so harsh and loud,
They carry peace within a cloud.
In every flutter, pure and bright,
Doves in love teach grace to flight. 🕊️