A question of liberty

I wish my tongue would give me honesty

But my mind changes like the weather 

I hoped and prayed for us to be together. 

But our faiths differ my love

I am a dragon and you are dove 

My fury would devour our love 

My perfidiousness is vividly seen  

Your soul travels on tranquility of being clean 

My soul is not serene

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