She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

SOMETIMES THE ONLY DIFFERENCE BETWEEN
ACCEPTANCE AND HATE,
IS HOW FAR WE LOOK BEYOND
THE OTHERS FRONT GATE.

Sometimes from the pen the words must flow,
   and I must simply let them go.
Hoping only that they shine,
   more than the blank paper they left behind.