In this world of ever changing love,
Nothing can be trusted for very long,
Nothing but the love you and I share,
Endless flying on wings of a Dove.
This Dove can fly us from far to near,
Taking us places we never dreamed,
To stop only for the morning light,
Our cries that shed not a single tear.
Day grows long, the Dove lights on a branch,
To wait for the passioned night again.
And should foul death claim our affections,
At least we made the most of our chance.
For as long as we are both living,
We'll continue our passionate taking and giving.
G. Lee VanDyke II