What do we call home?
A shelter, a family, a house?
My home, is with her.
My lovely girlfriend with her lovely smile,
Her beautiful eyes I just want to melt into.
They way she makes me feel on a cloud,
Floating with her without a care.
She wipes my tears,
And holds me close,
And I fall even deeper in her love.
Even though she says she loves me,
She says she doesn't want to marry,
"Who would accept me as gay?"
I would and isn't that enough.
And if you read this,
I'll always be your love.
