What comes with love

Is hopeless care

Like the pecking dove

In the pigeon’s stare.

What comes with love

Is friendly banter

Like pigeon to dove,

Love a wicked enchanter.

What love does bring

Is many a night

Where the dove folds a wing

And bids pigeon goodnight

        And hope, the pigeon does, for a tomorrow with the dove

       Trapped in the coils of the snake called “love.”