the dove

on the two legged stool she
stood,
a noose around her young neck,
her once cute face now grief
engraved,
cold tears down they dripped,
all those memories she couldn't
erase,
now a burden she couldn't
embrace,
her wimpers couldn't be heard,
her choice wasn't to be hard,
this was the way it all had to be,
and ,
a lonely dove flew down low,
to her,
the sight told of love,
love could really
hurt,
tore down its chest to reach its
heart,
a gift to her more than love,
but you could have heard the
snap,
as she shut her eyes,
and let her feet drop....