Your eyes gentle my spirit
Your voice caresses my being
Your touch makes me tremble
So why is loving you a sin?
It is a taboo, they say
We are not meant to love this way
Why judge a Creator and the creation
When we were all made this way?
I have loved and lost, again and again
And it all seemed a illusionary ploy
Then I realised if I wasn't loving me
I don't stand a chance at joy
A relationship built of optics
Our bond forged of chips
I will take it rather than walk alone
In a partnership of blood and bone
You were an idea
I made you into being
I taught you all of me
You are my being
A cold touch on cold nights
A warm pillar on colder heights
A ray of peace on troubled days
An imperfect form of perfect grace
I know you will always stand with me
You are an essence of me
You tell me you love me, I know you mean it
Because only me can love me as much as me
If love makes us human
Loving must be humane
Those who have peace, have love
Those who have love, have everything
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