Wrong Love

The first thing I look for everyday is her. 
 
It's something to do with how she makes me feel.
 
Every time I look at her, I don't see how "wrong" my love is. 
 
I don't see how I can love anyone else. 
 
Certainly not a man, like I am apparently supposed to. 
 
Nobody else could make me feel this.
 
She is my guiding star, no matter how everyone says that that's screwed up. 
 
It's a real love, so brilliant that it hurts.
 
Maybe not everyone believes that. 
 
But how can my love be wrong if it feels so right?

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