It doesn't matter if he is a he or a she
It doesn't matter if she is a she or a he
It doesn't matter if the words, the passion, the love and the hate are expressed to a him or a her
The heart holds feelings nobody can ignore
The touch of a hand, the soft skin of another
The breath on your shoulder at the height of passion
Or the way you feel when you realise nobody in the world is more beautiful than he, or she, or him, or her
The way you laugh at things nobody else would find funny
And spend hours wasting the days doing things nobody else would do
A vessel is the only thing this disease needs to breed
And this vessel is always a she, a he, a him, or a her