I do not worship in the way of you;
I'm not sure that we even share a god
Yet when I look at what you say and do,
I know that this is right. It might be odd
To say we think the same when we are based
On different premises, and yet I feel
When we approach the problems which we've faced
The similarities are far more real
Than any difference that might lie beneath.
So while I don't deny - no, I embrace -
The ways we differ, none of them have teeth
Enough to bite my nose to spite my face.
We share our moral sense, and that's a sign
That it is right that you should still be mine.
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