walnut doves blues

[joel]

Two walnut doves set face on me
<center>like prey aware of fragile life;</center>
their still embrace betrayed the strife
<center>those doves expected out of me,</center>
but I walked by and they were spared—
<center>they cooed their thanks and I compared:</center>
they looked at me the way you do—
their eyes weren’t set for me, but through.

<center>I could have moved, I could have loved.
I could have moved and loved, I could.</center>

You fancy you so coy, so smart—
<center>I get for me how deep you pine.</center>
You hope you’re booked to come be mine;
<center>you gambled truth and dared my heart.</center>
You look the fool, but look about
<center>with eyes you know I’d die without:</center>
you place your faith in you;
and I do too,

<center>I pray.</center>