Three in One

I once had a love, I put nothing above,
I made her my dove but she flew away,
So my dove, I still love, to this very day,
If ever again I find that kind of love, I say
I just might call her my little Cupids Bow,
Or something slow,like honey you know,
And if she gets bored and she wants to go,
I can say my good lucks afore she does fly,
And I'll be right there to tell her good bye,
Then one more time I might give it a try,
To find me a girl who can make me sigh,
However, over and over and over again,
I'll keep looking for Wife, Lover, and Friend,
And I'll make her my own till the very end,
All of my searches will be over and done.
When I find all three of them rolled into one,