I want to write your name in the stars
I want to summit a mountain and shout my love until my lungs are empty
I want to write you sonnets and songs and letters that everyone hears
I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk down the street
Because as I cradle your face in my palms, it's like i'm reading your heart in your eyes, a book only I am allowed to see.
Your arms are home for me, your voice holds my peace.
I want to walk into your life, holding your hand,
Meet your parents and family as more than just a friend.
Because I will love you until my body is frail and my soul is slipping.
Until my eyes begin to dim and I slowly wither, but in the end I'll still be holding your hand.
I want to see the sparkle in your eye when I introduce you as my wife
I want that feeling in my chest when you call me your spouse
I want our love to be open and accepted
I want to finish this poem without people trying to make it straight.
Because even though I know people are going to force their idea of "normal" at us
Hurt us and deny us,
Even though I know it will be difficult, still
I want to step in to public,
Proudly holding your hand
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
I want to write your name in the stars
I want to summit a mountain and shout my love until my lungs are empty
I want to write you sonnets and songs and letters that everyone hears
I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk down the street
Because as I cradle your face in my palms, it's like i'm reading your heart in your eyes, a book only I am allowed to see.
Your arms are home for me, your voice holds my peace.
I want to walk into your life, holding your hand,
Meet your parents and family as more than just a friend.
Because I will love you until my body is frail and my soul is slipping.
Until my eyes begin to dim and I slowly wither, but in the end I'll still be holding your hand.
I want to see the sparkle in your eye when I introduce you as my wife
I want that feeling in my chest when you call me your spouse
I want our love to be open and accepted
I want to finish this poem without people trying to make it straight.
Because even though I know people are going to force their idea of "normal" at us
Hurt us and deny us,
Even though I know it will be difficult, still
I want to step in to public,
Proudly holding your hand
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