Late at night I think of you
Your eyes
Your voice
Your smile
And these words
Pour from my pens
You my darling
Are my midnight inspiration
The thoughts that pop up
As I'm trying to sleep
The ones that make me
Turn the lights back on
Repeating the words so I don't forget
The ones I write twelve times
Twelve different ways
Just to find the right combination
You're the ideas I scribble
As they drift in one by one
The bits and pieces I think of
Every now and again
The reason I can write again
And you don't have a clue
That you my dear
Are my midnight inspiration

I'm sure that someone else has said this before but whatever I'll say it anyways.

People don't get to choose what they look like (with few exceptions such as plastic surgery, and even then. ..) so what right do we really have to say that a person is hot, beautiful,  pretty,  cute, ugly or average,  based on how we view their ****** appearance.  Fall in love with one's personality and what's hidden beyond their appearance.
Or don't, whichever right, I mean who the hell am I to tell you how to live.

Boys kiss boys
And girls kiss girls
And boys and girls kiss

Get over it.