My lover's voice is like a dog that never could bark

Looking into his eyes is not half as interesting as staring into total darkness

If style consisted of wearing the ragiest rags,he'd win full prize

And if sarcasm was considered to be a dialect,

it would require the most complex dictionaries to understand him

If music could join us two,

the term soulmate never existed

Romantic movies would never tell our story,

what is a story without a clear beginning

My lover's lips are as soft as the cardboard box lying on the doorstep

If comparisons were easily made this is where antonym would come in place

Accepting what he'll never be and the fact that we will always disagree

Is what makes this love so rare

And that is when he finally understands me.