What choice have we but to love?
When you offer yourself so bravely
should we analyze the whys and hows of how
and why you came to be this way?
When you trust so fully that you are beautiful
who are we to deny it to ourselves?
I could not live in a world where a song sung to the crowd was a crass gesture,
where my advances only signaled desperation.
Where dreams were madness and not truth. Where knowing the things inside you
made you ugly to me. To the world.
And I say: it is not so.
So sing your songs. I will listen
and hope to understand. I will dance with you
whether you ask me to or not. If you ask for love,
I give it freely. For the alternative is a world without.
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