Alexis L. Powell

White Dove

They know I’m different and so do I, why must they hate the fact we do not see eye to eye?
 
But his eyes are beautiful and he is different too,
I could gaze forever with a smile into the sparkling blue,
 
He is like the ocean and the moon and everything strange that I love,
He has my heart on a string tied to the foot of a pretty white dove

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