My Love

I love her with all of my heart.

My broken, mangled, crumbling organ of love.

I want to show her off,

To hold her hand and kiss her in front of more then God above.


But my family's strict.

They might never understand,

What draws me to her and makes me want to hold her hand.


I'd die for my love with the big brown eyes

That shine through the darkest nights.

But they fill with pain when the others claim

What we're doing isn't "right".


Both of us are strong, and we'll sure push on,

But I don't know how much longer I'll last.

If there's one thing I'd change if it was in my range,

I'd make marriages equal and leave that at that.


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