Two wrongs don’t make a right.

Isn’t that obvious? Isn’t that conventional?

Two demons together surely doesn’t work.

But his scars match mine while filling my cracks

And my words complete him while filling his heart;

Our banes dance together in a tango for two.

He has a chocolate-toned skin and a five o’clock shadow,

A jaw bone to die for and gentle hands.

With a love-filled heart and a colossal sense of humor,

He covers me up like a taco with warm fillings.

But my parents don’t approve of him,

And parents know best, right?

With their convinced censure and sharp voices,

They tell me he’s the worst, he’s different, he’s not right.

Resentment grows quickly as the disapprovals do too.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they don’t know

How our mutual affections get us through the nights

And how our tender hugs get us through the days.

I want to change the way my parents think

About the minute things they see in him

They don’t know him beneath his exterior

And even then, he’s still beautiful.

For I’ve been stealing all the stars,

And admiring each and every one.

But the sum of them cannot match

My lover, my world, my sun.