My little Dove you elude me, as if you were a shadow.

Flying high and low so speedily that I cannot clasp you.

Sweet Nymph in the air your grace

Is like Aphrodite's silken hair.

Your sweet heart so light and airy, you bring life into hearts of stone.

When you speak you fill those around you with druken merriment and glee.

Little Goddess when I look into your eyes I see the waters Bimni. When you 

cry I just want to drink your tears away for every drop is you falling away from me.

If I could hold you I would tell you every day, " Your eyes remind me of the sun and moon,

your heart of the softest blade of grass, and your mind the sharpest blade."

Dove you elate me you humble me, but you pain me for I cannot hear you nor you me.

I see you march on daily, but you never take notice of me.

I am the silent, the invisible one.

When you hear me bark, I only whistle.

When I speak kindly I am unable to be heard.

When I do kind gestures I am pushed aside.

Too busy are you to notice the weak silent breeze blowing behind you.