Pure Love
An auspicious display of pure innocent love
In consummation, the fluttering, feathers of doves
No lust or shame simply procreation
On a branch, overhead, in casual observation
This lifelong commitment, they'll share forever
Nest building and nurturing their family together
No covetous glances or adulterous romances
No words of anger or compromising circumstances
To me, this is love as was meant to be
We contort it and twist it, then call it humanity
What wonders one sees when one looks with the mind
Don't look with your eyes and see what you find
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