Once
I was in love
With spring,
I was as a turtledove
Six
months I dread
Six months I long for
Such lies I have been
feed
Then
I found
A love I never knew
When a hole formed in the
ground
Deceived
by a lie
By those I loved
So naïve, was I
Now
must I wait
In summer's heat
For being taken by such
bait
Wait
for him that I love
In Tartarus's cold caves
My wonderful,
lonely turtledove