I really like this poem. I was in tears by the time I reached the end. Again I'm sharing with you a little piece of my heart. Love is a human right and rights should never be put to a vote. But since they are if anyone lives in Maine, Maryland, Minnesota or Washington and are old enough to vote (or know someone old enough to vote) please vote to give others like me the right to love.
My Dreams Are
Simple
My
dreams are simple
My
dreams are few
So
easy to grant
Bring
great joy if you do
I
want to fall in love
Share
our first kiss
Think
of him always
Heart
bursting with bliss
Get
down on one knee
Propose
sweetly and gently caress
And
cry with laughter
When
he says yes
Come
the wedding day
Walk
down the aisle
I
love how his face
Is
too small for his smile
My
husband for life
My
world is now perfect with you
Find
a home, settle down
Raise
a child or two
Wipe
away their tears when they cry
Read
them a story
Put
them to bed
Sing
them to sleep with a lullaby
Watch
them grow
Watch
them learn
As
they explore the unknown
As
they go off to uni
And
raise children of their own
Then
sit by the fire
My
head in his lap
Him
reading to me
As
I begin to nap
And
after a night of making love
Change
the drenched sheets
Hold
him close to my heart
Listen
to him breathe whilst he sleeps
Grow
old together
Look
back on a life lived well
And
mourn when my love is taken from me
Or
me from him
Only
time will tell
Yet
these dreams remain beyond me
I
am destined to remain alone
For
my rights are held in chains
By
people who want me to atone
“Somebody
please think of the children”
“I
believe in God and in Jesus”
“Your
life would infringe on my religious liberties”
“I
love you the way I love murderers”
All
of these reasons are given
For
why my love must be forbidden
Yet
the real reason is to my eternal dismay
I make people uncomfortable by being gay
I make people uncomfortable by being gay
Thank you for once again sharing something so deep with us. I hate that our world is the way it is today. You deserve to have your happiness and have your dreams come true. I believe that someday they will no longer be dreams.
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Phenomenal poem.