So it seems like there's a bit of poetry-posting and criticism going on around these parts. If I could get some thoughts and/or criticism on this, it would be greatly appreciated. I'm not particularly married to the title either.
Carrier Pigeon
Oh, Carrier Pigeon, won't you take them away!
All these sweet nothings that I'm too far to say,
For while I'm still absent I just need her to hear
That each night I dream of when again I'll be near
In the afternoon hours she will pass by my door,
Quite nearly forget that I dwell there no more.
Then down you'll come, pigeon, and she'll read my note
And her eyes will light up from the words that I wrote.
For my feet, they may wander, but my heart does not roam.
Though I've stayed in many houses, with her is my home.
Her arms are my kingdom. I'll return there someday,
'Till then, pigeon, bring her my love, while I'm away.
That day I come back I will take up her hands
And tell her the stories of a hundred far lands.
Then away like a whirlwind, I will take her with me!
On that day, my dear pigeon, you too will be free.
Carrier Pigeon
Oh, Carrier Pigeon, won't you take them away!
All these sweet nothings that I'm too far to say,
For while I'm still absent I just need her to hear
That each night I dream of when again I'll be near
In the afternoon hours she will pass by my door,
Quite nearly forget that I dwell there no more.
Then down you'll come, pigeon, and she'll read my note
And her eyes will light up from the words that I wrote.
For my feet, they may wander, but my heart does not roam.
Though I've stayed in many houses, with her is my home.
Her arms are my kingdom. I'll return there someday,
'Till then, pigeon, bring her my love, while I'm away.
That day I come back I will take up her hands
And tell her the stories of a hundred far lands.
Then away like a whirlwind, I will take her with me!
On that day, my dear pigeon, you too will be free.