I am strawberry sweetheart

Am I different?
Am I bound to love someone whom is a polarity of me?
Am I a walking stigma?

These thoughts are endless,
Thoughts that pierced me, weakened me, and killed me.
It feels like I am no longer alive.
Well, I am breathing and existing,
but I felt nothing than to think of clouded imaginations

However, I have felt love once again.
A love of passion, affection, and admiration.
Yet, this heartfelt feeling is distinctive from the rest.
Love that does not seek polarity, but an analogous soul.
In short, I am a man who is capable of loving another man.

This love is tender,
Rosy of heart and sweet like berries.
It speaks of me.
My name is river, your strawberry sweetheart.