When I found him, he was sad and wounded, so I took him home and loved him

I found him quite by chance, he sat mournfully by his dead mate,
He was a beautiful white dove, who was lamenting his fate.
I tenderly picked him up and held him to my heart,
He gazed at me with understanding eyes and trusted me from the start.
I buried his mate and we both cried,
We were sorrowful that she was no longer at his side.
I took him home and loved him tenderly,
Knowing all the while, that someday he would leave me.
He was so gentle and sweet, he taught me how to care,
I treasured each day that he was there.
As I loved and nurtured him, he grew stronger everyday,
He became restless and yearned to fly away.
Then one day he heard the coo of another dove,
I kissed him and whispered," Go Beautiful One, go find a new love!"
I took him outside on my finger, he saw her on the branch of a tree,
Without a backward glance, he flew away from me.
Soon they were billing and cooing, he had found a new mate,
I watched them fly away,through tears of joy, overjoyed ar his new fate.