My beloved dove is gone.
At night, I sleep with close eyes and a gaping heart.
Waiting on my beloved dove to appear;
She was my fairest among thousands.
Storming the heavens, and earth for my beloved dove to come back.
Her touch I yearn; for it calms severe tempest.
Her smile I entreat to create illumination in moments of gloom.
Her eyes converse a love, words could not utter.
My beloved dove I need for my life to be viable.
My days of obscurity are getting long.
An uncontrollable weep brings thoughts of bereavement.
This existence I could no longer justify.
In my room I sit alone with a noose to end all.
My beloved dove, my beloved dove, I will see you in heaven.