The world has recognized the love I feel
And so they wonder at my constant sighs.
They know I love my lover, that's for real,
And weep whene'er I win, then lose, the prize.

I simply must believe they understand
That no one ever loved like this before.
Accepting that it's true, they think it's grand,
And know such passion lasts forevermore.

No one will criticize the things I write.
No one begrudges what I share with them.
My love bestrides the ages, day and night,
And illustrates what none would dare condemn.

True love is seldom found, 'tis true they say.
We get it, yes we see. Move on, they pray.