A white man's love

arms and hands and skin that we share

sweet sunlight and lavender scents in the air.

yet i do not compare you, my love, to the color of your face

For love is never blinded by sex or race.

We are one; of the same blood that we bleed in red

And with lives intertwined, while cupid dances in my head

Yet when i see your eyes staring at me

i remember the man that i once used to be

Of rage and anger was my way of life

Yet, when i saw you, i knew i had to have you as my wife.

So now that you are gone and in God's grace

i can't help that think that you would still be here if it wasn't for my race.

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