Why should I doubt my feelings?
Why should I think
I have no right to feel this way?
Such nonsense, I have every right.
My right to love was born with me.
How can there be no rightness in this love,
Right has nothing to do with it,
No place in this loving.
No voice in why,
Love is, just is.
Capped in silence.
The Soft silky texture
Smooth, beautiful hands
Caressing my face.
His touch leaves its trace
On my cheeks and in my soul.
Time seems to deepen the wound,
Moments of early morning confusion
Bring stolen moments of comfort,
Until realty dawns again
And the pain begins anew.