I don't know why I feel this way, but I know i do.
And its killing me inside cuz you don't feel the same way too.

Love is like a dove to me, so fragile and so scarce
you're not around me babe, my world seems so bare.

I love you more than life itself, and my love is real,
but like a dove you've flown away, and loss is all i feel.

I know some day you may fly home, and heal my broken heart,
But until then my life remains lonely, and very hard.

G Brown 25 Sept 2001

This poem was written about an ex boyfriend, (i think) just after he had left Adelaide. We had broken up in May, but i still cared about him heaps. (and still do) This was the first disgustingly soppy poem i ever wrote...and hoepefully it's the last.