~Esther Mitchell, 2009 ~
No one said you had to love me,
There’s no rule you have to care,
If you see me doesn’t matter,
Because I’ll still be there.
You can think me a fool,
You can curse me a Dove,
My arms remain open,
My weapon against hatred is love.
I see nothing foolish in love,
I know nothing blind about truth,
I choose to feel the world,
Through a soul of loving youth.