Luscious, white, illustrious flair
One cannot help but halt and stare.
It's art of elegance put me in a trance
Made me doubt myself, doubt whether I had a chance.
I'm simply a pigeon, flawed in every sense
I want to show the dove my desire, so immense.
However when the church tower clock struck nine,
the dove flew away in a style so divine.
Now all I think of is the dove and its beauty
Find her I must, for it is my duty.