Her princely dove

The winds, heavy and deep.

Enough to scare a throbbing heart.

Enough for a soul to weep.

They had offered an acoustic existence,

only to have it by may,

in a sway.

"What was the hang of it?" she had asked almost distorted.

An heavenly trick devised partly contorted.

She was a girl of marvelous persistence.

Was it the violence in the heart,

or is it just another line of least resistance?

A chocking thought over a coffee,

And the thought of a cunning soul hit her hard.

She was reminded of love indeed an abductee .

Purgatory was at bard, heaven at guard.

"Far beyond the mystique mountains lives a prodigal young man" was her fairy tale story.

Now she is all grown up to resolve that mystery.

A sinful diaspora of her existence.

What a folly! She couldn't succumb the known resistance.

The dawning darkness fell with her rage.

She was set to travel seeking the sage.

Only to justify her action of love.

Only to cast a marvelous spell over Her Princely Dove.