In celebration of discovering my sexuality

Love is love
Love is not man and woman
Love is from one person to another
The whispers with lovers on a park bench
The warm, comforting hands you want to clench, stick to for support and cuddle
Through every knock and every
struggle, through the insolence of
others.  Stray stares of strangers, dislikes of
mothers,

Head on shoulder, whispers in ears
Both needing each other to be near
Sharing fears of the dark
Loving each other deep in their heart
While hatred they will endure
Their love is pure
Not sin, lust, sex or greed
Each other, they'll always need