My words in verse, my poem’s lines like ropes
on which I balance, love, I stand robust.
I walk, ignoring dangers, watchingyou
observe; you hold your breath, you doubt your hopes
and yet, you count my steps, and show your trust
as if you waived the past to start anew.
Inside you, everything that screams my name,
will keep on shouting what you always knew
and what Ilearnt rejecting other’s lust,
aspiralled truth, it’s always been the same