Heart like a dove...

The last time I saw her 

she had flowers in her hair,

not hibiscus for pictures,

the kind the wind puts there.

The last time I saw her

all the world fell away,

and all that remained

was her stare and her sway.

The last time I saw her

she laughed about my fear,

and the way I always fret

'bout getting from here over there.

The last time I saw her 

she warned me with her eyes,

but I wasn't paying attention

so her death was a surprise.

The last time I saw her

I begged and pleaded for her love,

but her mind was away elsewhere

dreaming of freedom above.

The last time I saw her

I said I'd wait forever.

The last time she saw me,

she said, "better late than never."