Down the road of love,
two lovers tread,
unaware of the dangers they face,
the light will flicker,
the night will grow thicker,
and leave them without a trace,
in the early morning dew,
they will start anew,
on the journey they've agreed to partake,
a fork in the road,
a story left untold,
they will make their first mistake,
two different views,
too many reasons,
roll around inside their heads,
but if they speak,
the anger will peak,
and they will part instead,
yet another day passes,
as they tread through the grasses,
both silent and deep in thought,
the night comes quicker,
the road turns slicker,
they contemplate on what they have wrought,
a dove might sing,
and light might bring,
a harmony across the land,
their eyes might meet,
with instant heat,
the stillness of the land,
at the end of the road,
they find a pot of gold,
and rejoice in the bounty it brings,
the world is brighter,
their hearts are lighter,
and the dove, it finally sings.
