The Owl and the Dove

I am an owl,
You are a dove.
I see you there from high above,
Down in the night,
Up in a tree.
The breeze is light
And peacefully
Coating your wings
In sweet perfume
The taste of freedom
As you drop your loom.
Oh baby sweet
Come fly with me
It was meant to be
Oh wont you know
I love you so
So take a leap
Oh from your tree
Ill soothe your soul
Oh pretty please
Oh in this night
It was meant to be...
It was meant to be