White Doves

When love is in the air
I feel like life is
fair

The hate is gone
and it's very fond

When I look into his
eyes and he looks into mine.

And the wind is blowing
and love is flowing

and when I say I like you
he says it too.

I feel lust in his eyes
and mine too.

When white doves go flying
I know by then

That I have found

The perfect boy.