Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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In your rhythmic ocean of warmth
You tug sweetly at the thousand threads
Of red and ochre, sunset blushes
A deep song through shallow veins
Tuning your fragile compass
By a beautifully
Miniature
Heart
One day you will love

Tumbling pirouettes of quiet unawares
To the melody of your mother’s laugh
As the gentle lullabied vines
Cradle your whispered breaths
You hold a perfect thumb
A flawless white shell
To pure pink
Lips
One day you will speak

Suspended in wondrous veil
A delicate radiance of blessing
Weaving light in golden promises
A dulcet requiem for your perfect world
You sing from your beautiful sphere
Scrunched in lovely darkness,
Precious child
Your little
Eyes
Will one day see

The beauty of life.

Why do you stay,
when all I bring you is pain.
What is left for you here?
What do you have to gain?

I have taken everything from you,
all your hopes and dreams.
I have taken most from you,
including that smile that gleams.

I don't understand why you stay.
You refuse to leave my side.
I will ruin you eventually.
And deep down I've already died.

So why do you insist?
Why do you wish to stay.
You know what will happen.
The end is all you delay.

I see now.
I know why you won't leave.
It's because deep down inside you.
You still believe.

You think I'm able to be saved.
You think you know me like a glove.
I want what you want too.
I want to know I'm loved.

But nothing I know can be stopped.
I am on the edge of insanity.
I will end my pain.
I will save your vanity.