My eyes feel the colours of Autumn
Like Yours do
My nose tastes Gramma’s warm apple pie
Like Yours does
My ears see the emotion in a beautiful melody
Like Yours do
My tongue basks in an ice-cream cone on a hot summers day
Like Yours does
My skin…
My skin…
But wait there Brother!
My skin glows with the sheen of happy thoughts
Like Yours does
And my heart beats until I die
Like Yours does!
So then…
Where…?
‘Where does all this hatred come from?’