She sings
As I stare
And watch with awe
Her lips are bright pink
And her soul is raw
I search yet still I cannot find a flaw
She sweeps me away
With the tone of her voice
The pitch
It rises and falls
Loving her is not a choice
For never did I make a decision at all
The very day I met her I could sense
Something within me was about to shift
As though I had a weight on my shoulders
That she somehow knew the exact way to lift
My parents voice in my head
Saying this is not the lord’s way
But how can I believe in their god?
The creator of my pain
The author of my everyday
When he objects to the love
To which he himself made
So I sigh and I fret
Over what will happen next
Yet she is as calm as her skin is smooth
And she tells me my reaction only proves
That the love that I feel for her
Is one that no force could ever bruise
Indestructible in its nature
Much like her spirit
So I ask for her to sing to me again
For I’d love to hear it
