to love a man, as a man, a beautiful virtue
a love so pure and untainted, said the seers
yet that shall just be a lesson in life, not the poetry of the soul
to make a home with a woman the bondage forced.

they forbid us from completion desired
they would call us sinners for choosing each other
but that's a promise holy, a lotus blooming in the mud
bodies mean nothing when the soul craves true love.

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greece got me. i think i would have made demosthenes read this poem