Two Mourning Doves Friendship on the promenade? I know to some it may sound odd but there above, two mourning doves in the weeping willow tree! They share their grief and find relief in the bonds that set them free. For tho' he cries each time she flies the tears of love that burn, while they're apart, deep in his heart he knows she will return. For My Eyes Only I know all the words but my heart still runs cold the greatest deception this tale that I've told how many are caught in this web that I've spun? I look in the mirror and see only one Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.