Joy From Her Voice

Joy from her voice,

joy from her face;

my heart sings when she is near me.

Warmth from her smile,

warmth from her touch;

so filled am I with love for my beloved.

All of you there,

I see your looks;

I know what you are thinking.

With my love

I break some rule,

some accepted understanding.

Your glances

and your knowing looks;

with them you condemn me.

You would like

nothing more

then to utterly destroy me.

I ask you,

I beg of you,

please try to understand this;

is it my fault

that my dearest of loves

was born in the same form as me?

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