Is Love Not Love
Is love not love, if it is a love of one's choice?
Here, in America?
Is it not your sole right and let my voice be clear.
We are of many things from both far and near.
All together in a social pot uncomfortably twisting,
so trust me when I say,
there was no way to get around the mixing.
In the sound of a heartbeat, can you not hear love?
It knows no other tune.
Different instruments holding the same note.
Is music not music unless its something that YOU wrote?
We are of many things, inside and out.
Daring to be ourselves despite having fear or doubt.
We have all felt these human emotions,
so let me ask if I may?
Is love not love regardless of being lesbian or gay?
Is love not love, In any color, in any way?
Is freedom not freedom, yet my words ring true.
Then again, the tip of this pen is my point of view.
Copyright © 2011 Daunt'e Loper