The gay lament
The creases that the lovers earned
Caressed their wailing hearts
It stretched and tore the clumsy cast
Of a world that gushes past
Two men in sacred love made light
A ray that fought the night
The crowd but often failed to find
The divine in such sight
The world set subtle laws of love
They pray, they play , they ply
When cryptic calls of life comply
They shy away in fright
Why, every soul here wants to fly
But not one would dare to try
They’d rather build their coops and cry
Why flying isn't right.
The men in love ,yet brawl the kind
That sin against
their right
They love and kiss
their own accord
And leave the world behind..
