Exceptional Occasions by Sal Kiwall

A love to be as a statue, erected so perfectly,
would be my destiny at which I want to see in the path of my wreched life.
She as I would call a love that is so close and far away is my purpose, my focus,
There is a problem, when she glances occasionally at me she suddenly looks away agast.
To be with her would be the gift of love, but one that saves me from above,
She serves as a dove that I wish to set free, but refuses so willingly.