I stand for love,
That is what I live for.
I'm not here to judge you,
Try to make you perfect,
Or settle some unseen score.
I am here to cover you,
Make the black lines fade,
Those things that separate you and I.
I don't see your beliefs, religion.
For all I know,
You paint red in your sky.
While mine is blue.
I have nothing but respect,
Intense understanding for you,
Your hue.
We are made of skin, bones, a beating heart.
You eat vanilla, I prefer chocolate.
It's all that makes you different,
In that, I am addicted.
To love you, your art,
The distant part.
To love, nothing but love.
Keila Coate Womack (August 27, 2012)
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