He tells small-minded stories
To belittle others, and because he can;
For jealousy and judgement man his spirit
‘Till he can feel true-love’s grand span.
He is beautiful to me
He’s one with my own soul, which is not yet free
I wrap him in my arms and laugh,
Whispering, I love thee.
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