I feel the warm, gentle breeze
Blow past the birds and bees,
And I suppose my time has come.
For the birds are-a-flitter,
And the butterflies a-flutter,
And my heartbeats copy the drum.
I'm the silver-winged dove,
Who guards peace and love,
For once, I can see past the skyline.
Under this deep blue sky,
I’ll take wing and fly
En route to my sweet valentine.