White Dove

2/23/97

              Her skin so white and pure
              one look into her blue eyes
              my broken heart is cured
              if only she'd not say good-bye.

              If she walks this way              
              I would not hide
              so much I want to say
              but my tongue gets tied.

              Perhaps I'm not her type
              because I'm not white
              forget all the hype
              love really bites. 
 
              Oh foolish belle
              don't make be blue
              although your skin is pale
              this Asian boy still loves you!

                                
                         Copyright © 1997 R.H. Young