403 - Forbidden Poetry

#1

i look at her and i am in love
because every little thing she
does is just so perfect to
me and she is absolute perfect
sunshine, golden rays shining
and lifting me up when i fall

she is a white rose in bloom, and
baby, when she blooms, there
isn't a single part of me that isn't
falling head over heels because
she is sweet and brings me a kind
of happiness i'd never thought
possible

she is there when i am crying,
and i am always going to be there
for her as well, and she says
things to me that i find hard to
believe because i'd never before
considered myself worthy of love,
and i still don't, not really, but
it's all a work in progress

and we are cute nicknames and
cuddling and soft kisses and sweet
words and simple happiness,
we are young and we are in an
innocent, deep kind of love that
is full of butterflies and everything
sugar, everything nice

so tell me how can this
kind of love be considered
wrong
and even illegal in some places
on the map
just because she is a
girl
and so am
i?

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