You think you like what you like, Until you witness the kind of love within a family only your body, And, Soul can create with another unlike yourself. It wasn’t until I laid eyes on a bond that couldn’t be broken, Even if they’d try their hardest, Where my confusion trickled out of my eyes in streams of tears I found joy in. The kind of confusion that arises from believing you’re not good enough for any woman life introduces you to. But, One day I woke up and realized, The kind of control I sought after over my smile, Wasn’t compatible with who I tried to console in. Others who would play games with my heart knowing I’d never be in the mood for any… Nowadays, All I think about is that kiss between a wife and husband as priceless as a newborn baby, Between a man, And, Woman so deeply in love, The same way soil is married to water being poured from a sky as beautiful as their faith in each other. To never leave each other’s side, No matter what problem dared to rise, In the face of a bond as rare as Red Beryl found on city grounds stained by our blood, From war against that voice in our minds, Telling us otherwise. I thought I liked what I liked. But, I believe it’s time. For a change I didn’t know I deserved…
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