The Perfectly Imperfect Dove that Departed

Sometimes, I think
Vivid thoughts in visceral ink
Of an entity, a celestial being
Sometimes, I think about [REDACTED]

What a woman she was  
Her beauty was that of a dove’s  
Acne and her long nose graced the Earth
Graced my world for what it was worth  

But her beauty made just a quarter of a heart’s rush  
Most of my love came from the talks and their fun  
Hints of lust brewed between this dove and me  
Hints as an emphasis, for her pond blocked my feet  

This Kurdish bird swam in a vast pond of vast rules  
For it reflected a crescent, a star, a divine school  
Reverence to its creator was relevant for hearts to merge  
But I submerged in a pond where a cross lurked  

Dreams of pond overflow overflowed my mind  
Dreams for this dove to leave her waters and enter into mine  
Hope was a hiccup I couldn’t hone anymore  
When she grew a pair of wings and distantly soared  

In my heart lie fractures and terrible scars  
She sang perfection’s tune with a beautiful remark  
Sometimes, I wallow in sorrowful screams  
Sometimes, I think about all of these things  

Sometimes