Put That On Everything I Love

Does this mean that I'm saying our love is forever? I guess.
Trying to remember that sweet smell that has dissappeared from your dress.
Sometimes in those desert-like moments, I just cast away my skipping stone. Pondering on holding you again, or if you'll ever come home.
Can't even fix my mouth to say that I'm sorry. How you cheat and run back, if you're that special one for me.
Am I saying now that forever is like a dove? I still find myself thanking God for his patience, his prayers, his love.