Song for Isas

He is beautiful no matter what he wears, he is lovely no matter what he does. His smile is the sun, his hands like a warm cover upon the bed. With eyes bright as stars, lovely is he who loves me freely. Lovely his lips with words sweet as caramel salt candy. His kiss to be enjoyed. I enjoy every moment, lost in his world. A world far brighter than my own. A world of color and song. His love has no wrong, he is blind to color, he does not see gender. It just does not matter, these kind of things. A love that loves me as I am, (whatever that is) A love that loves what I can become. He sees my darkness, and loves me still. Yes beautiful and lovely is he, who loves me freely.

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