My sweet dove,
Whose touch is heavenly,
How do thy miss you.
Eternal questions,
Looking at memories.
Have you forgotten me?
I should never think you have.
For each time I look at your face
I see the glow in your eyes.
The next time we meet,
I look forward to your touch
And be with you all over.
I may not like what you like.
I may not honor what you honor.
I may not eat what you eat.
I may not think what you think.
Do we have to be at war over differences?
Is it a crime to have different thoughts?
I may not have all the votes,
But I am happy,
I do not nor wist not any harm.
I want to live my life.
Anyway, would it be fair if I call you a villain
If we are different in style.