To be human is something I know not of

Yet the feeling in me is what you call love.

Peace is carried on my chest as a snow-white dove

The thought of my love makes my cheeks flush

Sigh I don’t mean to gush but she is my crush.

I always rush to see her since my hand and her hand fit as tight as a glove

She finds out I’m not human nonetheless I feel human 

She yells you are not human you are not allowed to fall in love.