A concealed Love we shroud in darkness,
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Praying no light be shed on a guess.
The deepening secrets we hide to ourselves,
What pain is wrought to my own private Hell?
No one speaks of such beautiful devotion,
To many it is blasphemy at just the mere notion.
But who is to judge a warmth born from the heart,
On this stage of Life I am an actor of this part.
No one can understand the way the heart works,
No on can understand the demons in our head that lurk.
We are the few who do take a road less traveled,
“Guilty” is our verdict,
Down comes the gavel.
Do not confuse our Love for lust,
Our undying affection is to the world unjust.
But take not your father’s callous thoughts,
And be not a man who prejudice fraught.
We are a Love both Wondrous and True,
If only we could be free,
If you only knew.
We are capable of a Love that is purely pure,
Yet claim us wrong and close on us your door.
Who gave that right to you?
What does that make you?
So cast down your cruel fingers of poisonous blame,
And drive out those blackened beliefs from whence they came.
I am Me, I am Love, I am the World, and We are the Same,
I am the Love that dare not speak its name.