To each there own
Their choice, their life
To share with others
As they please.
Our hearts aren't our own
Their pieces belong
To other who
Have touched us.
Love is blind
It doesn't take into account
Skin color or gender
Social status or looks.
So who are we
To say to another
That they cannot be happy
With their love?
Who are we to say
That their love
Is wrong
Because they love someone
Of the same sex,
That is black,
That comes form a bad neighborhood,
That isn't Catholic,
That likes the wrong music?
That is the point
We have no say
For when love is true
It is binding.
