Dakota's Prince

You say it's sick
For me to look at her.
I say it's vile
For you not to.
You look perfection in the face
And give it naught but a passing glance.
You say it's sick
For me to love her.
I say it's contemptible
For you not to.
You see purity
A reflection of God's beauty in a lovely form
And turn a cold shoulder.
You say it's sick
For me to connect with her.
I say it's repugnant
For you not to.
You see a soul
Full of love, kindness, and sweetness to spare
And you disconnect yourself
And close your heart to it.
You say that I am sick
For giving her my heart.
I say that I am completely well.
And if you can't give her yours, then...
YOU ARE THE PERVERT!

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