Love is the dove who speaks not a word, fears not the obstacles that lie ahead, flows freely with the ever so sensitive change of time. Lands with ease in any place he pleases, delicate to the ground and intrically noble to all surroundings.... the dove, his wings, flow perfect in the calming breeze His vision pure, undoubtably, I'm sure. This gentle creatures meaning, a figment of your very own imagination that should be embraced and cherished, always and forever.... nov. 19, 2006