Acceptance

I doubt your ability to love You are no pure white dove Yet your love fits me like a glove I suppose love isn't perfect It could be something we dissect In each others dreams as we slept Our love is not perfect-Because it isn't love Your not a pure white dove I've realised- your love doesn't fit me like a glove Although-I don't care We are a pair And I refuse to let us wither in despair. Our love isn't perfect-It may not even be love It may not fit like a glove But I don't care-You are my little white dove