(Note: aw to be young and bi)
My dear,My dear, that is what I hear
When I look into my future and wonder into further years
I don’t necessarily think of them as a lady or a gentleman
I just see my dear and that is what I hear back
I love my dear and they love me
And that feels like perfect bliss ringing in my ears
My dear, my love, my darling, never in tears
With a beautiful or handsome smile that calms my fears
The woman whose hair smells like roses
And whose eyes hold oceans in them
The man bold as me
with the same great respect for me
that I would give to him
My dear,my love, my darling, no longer do I fear but hope
That if I ever meet you, I will feel it without words or some big expectation
That I may know love as sweet as yours
Even if my feelings about myself are unsure that you will love me just the same
As I would you, with the understanding that understanding isn’t everything
Atlas Ez Poetry 