My Nest

Gently you put me with your loving wings
within your warm heart, where turtle doves always sing
you built my nest in a secret oak tree
a nest so free, made of passion and flowers of eternity
you taught me what I needed to know
by showing my heart all senses and how to grow
the most beautiful song you sang for me
with a voice so clear, filled with love and an honest melody
sheltered by you from rain, storm and snow
until I was safe again and the sun was glittering in the rainbow
I still love you, your love has meant a lot
even now when the nest has fallen down
and the singing turtle doves are the only thing I've got

by Elisabeth Karlberg

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