Three Birds, One Love

My shattered heart is only remnants of pathetic love,

But i know my heart is an aesthetic cove,

At first glance I'm a crow,

Second glance a raven,

Third glance a dove.

I feel low but my soul is blazing with a desire for love,

But there's a hole in my heart where crows fly up above,

Legend has it that crows steal fire, and a crow once stole my fire of love,

Once upon a time I was loved with a liar's love,

Which dug a hole in my heart where ravens fly up above,

Ravens are providers and thieves, a raven once supplied and robbed me of my love.

But up above the crows, up above the ravens, flies a dove.

A dove, which can fill holes with innocent, compassionate, faithful, affection and love.