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.

 

Tender moments,

Capped in silence.

 

The Soft silky texture

Of loving,

 

Smooth, beautiful hands

Caressing my face.

 

His touch leaves its trace

On my cheeks and in my soul.

 

Time seems to deepen the wound,

Not heal.

 

Moments of early morning confusion

Bring stolen moments of comfort,

 

Until realty dawns again

And the pain begins anew.

 

9/12/12

MC