Some may say what we have is not right.
Some may say that our union begets blight.
Some may say from this no love can form.
Some may say that the very act is knowingly deformed.
But they are not present to witness your grandeur.
Nor can they perceive the bountiful buoyancy of your captivating lure.
You are magnanimous in your dutiful simplicity.
You are honest and bold beyond belief, devoid of duplicity.
You are dominant in your beneficence,
And truly lacking in bombastic pretence.
With your marrow you delicately bombard me with your divinity.
Controlling the warmth of a previous state of frigidity.
You impart brazenly durable and thoughtful reassurances.
Putting a start to the exploration of a deity blessed with nuances.
I can feel no wrong with you banishing my discretion.
What we’ve had is beyond the limits of true expression.
To know you, to truly know what you are demonstrates belief.
In a greater plan that can atone bringing deserved relief.
I have never felt this pureness doggedly bursting from my depths.
For with you I could feel ad infinitum, and nothing less.
Once a dear boy, you are now a keener man.
Allowing a once girl to discover benevolence by your sacred hands.
