Love is Love

His loving touch warms my skin.

This is love, it is not sin.

People hate that we are gay.

I wish that they’d just go away.

We are happy, can’t they see?

Can’t they just let us be?

Love is love, it is true.

But some just don’t have a clue.

Why do they bother us?

Why must they cause a fuss?

Religion is just the ruse

that the haters like to use.

They would hate us anyway,

just because we are gay.

They will never make us split.

In my hand, his does fit.

A look from him and I do swoon.

I would bring him the shining moon.

No matter what they try to do,

I’ll still tell him, “I love you!”